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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

DEATH POEM by R.M. Engelhardt

There's
An old man who
Sits on the
Park bench
Feeding pigeons
Who looks like
Everyone's
Grandpa


Except for
The words
In the shape of
A plaque
Tattooed on
His forearm
In Nam
In Vietnamese

Which read;

You may have
Killed me but
My spirit shall
Haunt you the
Rest of your
Days

And your family
Is now cursed

Forever









Poet, Writer, Author & even a Minister over the last 25 years R.M. Engelhardt has been published in such magazines as Thunder Sandwich, Rusty Truck, Writers' Resist, Dry Land Lit, Hobo Camp Review & many others.

 He currently lives and writes in Upstate NY where he runs the Troy Poetry Mission. A last stop open mic for poets who like to share their work before going to San Francisco or hell.

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