The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - A long-time; dead
A long-time; dead
M A Heathcote
What will be the final, requiem?
Some charming, bird chorus...
Beside a graveside, condominium:
That frog prince—tokenism!
Married; crocking into heaven?
Tears shall sing without question...
But by then the criteria of this song,
Will have been a long-time; dead.