Death Trilogy

Intro to Suicide

Bombs rock the night
bruises haunt cemeteries,
but nothing is loud
like a ghost that wails
when the living
scream suicide...
@Steven Francis Poetry 1998


Deff

The End
of audiences and kings,
I weep
at your grainy funeral
heart heavy as a doorstop,
shouting to the Great Whoever
'This is wrong!'

Pinched
but you had to leave
and so you went,
went you did.
Gone now
like you had not been,
left me here
to rust and dust
like cold wild iron...
@Steven Francis Poetry 1998


ShinyBlindEye

I'm bored,
this generation
has me beat.
A murder of crows
haunt the pub,
bats and wolves
ravage the blue sky.
The paper party
of silicone heroes
and vulgar poses
has me looking donward,
has me beat...
@Steven Francis Poetry 1998