Poem By Bryan Hughes

Under my feet
As I step close
To your resting place


Dug from the ground
Piles of brown dirt
That you will replace


Thuds onto you
Covers the smile
On your sweet face


I pat the earth down
My whisper ‘goodbye’
There’s no other trace





By Bryan Hughes


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Published by Dead Donovan

SlasherMonster Magazine

19 thoughts on “Earth

  1. The sound the dirt makes when it hits the casket
    You haven’t lived till you have actually hear it
    It’s an experience that you will never forget
    That and when you see them carrying someone out
    Gots lots of those stories
    Nothing like the kiss of death
    The Sheldon Perspective

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    1. I hear those reverberating thuds all the time…if I had a heart, the sound would be as consistent….like a drum. Thanks for visiting, and I always look forward to what you have to say — always unique.

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