2003-08-05 - 12:10 a.m. - a gothic-type poem

Entry #2 for today: Here's my poetry homework assigment. We were given the following words to start some of the lines, and you had to go from there. The initial words of the lines were as follows: the body, later, when, like an, all at once, spills into, asking all nature.

It was amazing to hear everyone's poem and how different they were. Here's mine which is yet untitled:

The body, a temporary vessel which houses the soul, is on loan by an unknown proprietor who holds the deed.

Later, after many days surrender to nights, and weeks are defined by years, when the aches take up residence in our skeletal housing like an unwanted reminder of our borrowed real estate, all at once the soul is evicted.

Blood spills into the mortician's basin as the body's new inhabitants change the interior design.

"Destruction before creation", the bacteria chant while asking all nature's bottom feeders to join in the party of decay.

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