Death Row by Brendan Stoneham


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Thanks to the Retwords blog for posting my latest poem “Death Row”

Originally posted on RETWORDs:

Death Row by Brendan Stoneham
He’s a
Shallow man,
An empty man,
A soon-to-be-dead man,
Innocent-to-the-end man.

Sparks fly-
No one cries.

It’s a
Dead body,
Not a nobody-
Just a bag o’ bones
Slumped over a chair.

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No Expanse Crossed


The apocalyptic light cast
Over the sailors grave
By the perpetual burning orb
Lashes light and dark about
Like the great expanse that sinks
Proud men and their ship’s prowess-
Never to be seen or sought
Again by man-
After the waves dissipate
Replaced by black-
Tinged with white