Scarlet's Poetry Den - The Early Years

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"The Early Years"

Coffin (Listen to the poem in RealAudio G2)

coffee, half-drunk, unattended
hastily folded newspaper sits
they speak desolate, grey

in the corner
pile of clothes
limp, crumpled

turntable spins
tiredly
forgotten-on

rank Silence,
it reeks
of Silence

rack of dried dishes
few scattered
dirty plates still

sink part full
of cold, scumglare water
dull china bumps poke through

knife wedged
in countercrack
occasional fork

wiltbrown flowers
droop in a ring
round vase neck

hideabed couched
cushions remain care-
lessly strewn

it is Dead,
this room. It
reeks of Dead

faucet drips
an insignificant tear
an only tear

it smells of Death
this room. It
reeks of Death

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