here lay the bones

here lay the bones that dry
in the desert Sun
alongside those of the turkey vulture
that devoured the skin 
before it rotted
here lay the shoes
that dropped as she run
screams that ran along the sand
until an iguana 
heard a faint sigh
here lay the rusted remnants
of his 56 Ford
only 6 miles away
and 12 miles beyond
lay the bones of this sick prick
who in his frenzy to kill
forgot to stop for gas

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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