Dead Man's Dirge | J. Ash Gamble - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Dead Man's Dirge | J. Ash Gamble

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I am a dead man’s
heart coming to a sputter
old rusty engine
I am the late summer
turning locust back crisp
ready to fall from a tree
I am time running out
on a scratched tuneless
record about to skip.

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