Posted on 24 July, 2017
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Pest, war and famine,
emptied the streets
The city echoed quietly
Through the raven’s shriek
Beaks black; now scarlet
There was enough to go around
Must devour quickly,
before the rats come
© Christopher Stamfors
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, famine, pest, Poem, Poetry, war
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
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