Coda For A Sonnet
What is this quiet solitude called Death?
A synchronistic harmony of life.
A void – a space – a place I'm left to roam.
A curdled blooded odour of the breath.
Unwelcomed postscript written after strife
Unwanted keeper come to take me home.
written and © by David Spelling 1987
layout © 2008
Dunn by Paul