In Resting Soil, poetry by Robin McNamara at
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In Resting Soil

In Resting Soil

written by: Robin McNamara



As I decomposed in wet grounds,
Flesh and bone rotting.
The abscission of leaves gone to
Winters sleep—
Turning to mulch on the top soil,
Covering my decaying body.

The maggots feast and the worms
In and out of eye sockets no longer
With sight of promised light.

How heavy the sighs were during life.
How heavy the burdens were in strife.

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