Last Monday Poetry

On the last Monday of the month, I'll be posting a poem or two

Journey’s End

Ragged black wings
circle above the hopes mangled
underneath tyres. Food for the crows.

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Gravedigger

Shovel struck earth
ripped soil open, prepared bed
for those sleeping.

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