Closer/Marching - Two Poems

A Double Offering.

Written years ago - I hope you enjoy.

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Closer.

I hold him tight,

And remember the old adage;

Keep your friends close.

Photo by PJ Soans on Unsplash

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Marching.

Eagerly they stride along,

Their toothy smiles glint and roll,

Ghastly grinning skeletons,

All beaming in their bones,

Their gleaming pretty bones,

With which they stride all white with glee,

And they will grab you happily,

Parading on through darkened halls,

And they were dancing, one and all,

A tango here, a foxtrot there,

There never was a sight so rare,

And not a sound could there be heard,

I have perhaps only one word,

Twas cracking, was the bone parade,

A wonderfully dead crusade.

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Thanks for reading,

Until next time,

H.E.

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