Poem Hunter
Anno: 2019
WDB ( / )

Anno: 2019

A thin, white sheet covers my corpse
A nun kisses my toes, one by one,
In a small adobe chapel,
On a high plains desert.

Incantations like heat convections,
Slowly peel away from the roof tiles,

A mirage even God accepts
As the truth.

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Comments (3)

Wonderfully written. I loved it. : -)
You convey such a full image with so few words. Very nicely done.
wow! and wow! good poem, a pleasure to read.