Unknown
on the stinking slagheap –
the corpses crawl
aching to reach –
the dirty summit
their faces painted –
with colours of pity
and stained with dabs –
of lacklustre loneliness
they claw as they move
they trip and they groove
they cough and they brood
on the stinking slagheap
dirt rock desires
mingle with the pungent air
they ache to reach the summit
without knowing what is there
their bleached eyelids droop
and hackneyed bones
remain bent as they stoop
the stinking slagheap
is a pig dirt home
and that is why the corpses –
crawl towards the unknown
James Garratt ā September 2006
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Unknown – Written September 2006 (Aged 31)
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