The Incredible Corpse Dormitory
bodies together, bodies to gather
in bags and boxes, in black zippers,
ice boxes and black bags, gathered
rows of bodies, rose bodies scatter
on sheets and pillows, on cases,
pillowcases and petals, scattered
bodies in beds, bodies that confuse
limbs and forgetting, in whispers,
forgetten limbs whisper, confused
halls of bodies, hauled bodies rest
in corners and crannies, in heaps,
crammed corners, hauled, rested
bodies left behind, bodies that lift
into mist and midnight, into moon,
misty midnight bodies, now lifted.
Donna Vorreyer hates crowds, unless she’s at a music festival. (Music soothes… well, you know.) She lives in a house with a spacious yard and plenty of breathing space for her husband, her son, and her dog. Visit her and view her work at her website or her blog.
This is quite a read. It’s wonderful to hear you read it as I read along. The wordplay is fantastic.
The cadences are lovely.
Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate your comments.