Cancer man

 


There is a man-

On a cross.

Left in the corn field-

To rot.

Red skies, purple trees-

And no one to see.

Once a king,

Now crucified along with his dreams.

 

Ravens are his company,

Nipping out every day-

A piece of him now and then-

And waiting for his end.

 

Once a king-

Now a scarecrow.

People left him-

To be.

People forgot him-

To be.

He has cancer-

Leave him be.

He is rotting-

Hang him to the tree.


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