One Cold Bone Road

a friend in need

Lying in his casket 
and Christmas time is near 
the coffin table fits him well 
the one he built last year 

He has no need for contact 
with people he distains 
His body aches from bone to bone 
a cold heart still remains 

There comes a scratch upon the door 
a lost dog begs a friend 
Quote the raven never more 
the story has no end 

Cold bone road and second street 
the intersection hell 
Wash your hair and feed the dog 
he has a tale to tell 

A talking dog and a lonely man 
enjoy a raging fire 
the casket waits with pillow fluffed 
and in mischief they conspire 

December 18 2011 

Edwina

Reviews

[Sue Hart]

Chills. The portrait of death and humor. Duh, I'm not confused.

[Edwina]

Feel right at home eh ? Glad you liked it.