Dark Gold
written by: Brad Osborne
In the late of night
When ne’er good done
Comes pick and shovel
For what fresh earth won
Six mouths to feed
Bread, they have not
Survival bleeds
From corpses that rot
Under stones cold
Lay tragic war dead
Teeth filled with gold
Bodies with lead
Just six feet to hell
Toil for smiles left
Blind to the smell
Sweet scent of death
The opened eye stare
And skin pulled taut
May other lives spare
What war has wrought
And found at rest
Where an officer bled
That wealth gives best
And family well fed
Huddled indoors
As others, life grieve
It’s death that rewards
These unholy thieves
They feast on bones
Hooded in black
Hungry sins to atone
For morals they lack
MARCH 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH / 2021 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com
The author is American-born but world-travelled. His writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres. Although his experiences and shared thoughts are not always unique, it is his hope that his words will bring comfort, joy, or insight to his readers.
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