Death March

Smooth shoulders lose covering,
no more shroud to hide within.
Walk through the marble forest.
Planks of aged stone, cling to the past.
A reminder of pain to revel in.


Shaded shapes loosen,
stretch as sunlight's lashes


blink over soiled mounds.

Shed cotton cocoon.

Twirl-skirt,
a helicopter's graceful descent.
Unsheathe worldly clothes,


the bitter scent of death bends.
Glide over dewed grass, bare.


Dead souls smash underfoot,
chilled mist paints over cheeks.


Parade naked into foggy depth.

Reviews

[Champagne]

Beautiful and depressing. The imagery is very graphic. Reminds me of certain people, certain times.

[Moflo]

I really liked your imagery in this poem! It kept me hooked throughout, you really used the best words to paint such vivid pictures. Great write.

[cfix]

Very well done
I like this,
Love the last line.
Well said!