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Dining with the Dead


Dining with the Dead

This is where I have come to dine.
Postmortem hanging on the menu.
A plenipotentiary of the services of worms.
Hot chitter chatter
Of stern looking trolls, pervade the enclave.
They belched after a meal of death.
Yawned and belched again, a fever in Yiddish.
Gazed at me, a clandestine intruder.
No chatter of humans, but muted conversations
Of mouthless ghosts.
Gastric acid running at the guts.
Then I knew it was the wrong company.

Article © Eddie Awusi. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-11-27
Image(s) are public domain.

1 Reader Comments

Eddie Awusi
09:42:20 PM

My gratitude for being published here in the site. I love it here, it's one of the best. Sand Pilarski, you are doing a great job hereon and doing it so well. Thanks!

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