Jan De Raeymaeker
2012
--- COME THE DAWN --- As night's crisp breath settles The aroma of rot whispers Of beaded milk-flesh sunken That awful stillness at the end A stiff trapped stare fixed Cavities bloating to maggot feed Death lingering by fingertips Slipping as dawn’s life takes up Leaving a mottled corpse behind Letting sleeping dogs lie
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