MORNING SONG
by Joseph Robert
The poisoned worm gets the early bird
And what’s more
Scott Free
For the Mole Police don’t investigate natural causes
In this pensioner’s allotment
In this grey garden
There is no need for inquests
And so it’s smoothed over
For he passed on in no great pain
Having chirped his call
Among bare branches
Where the dawn embraces the mist
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(Joseph Robert) only exists inside your head. Well, I mean technically it’s true, Homunculus. http://writeoutloud.net/profiles/josephrobert
