The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

CARPE DIEM

by Robin Boothroyd

CARPE DIEM

I could write a poem about the dead
fox in which I mourn the transience of life
but I won’t because in truth the rufous
fur was alive with wasps and bluebottles
death is an opportunity for life

Published: January 21, 2014

Filed Under: Poems

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CARPE DIEM

by Robin Boothroyd

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