Saturday, January 28, 2017

162. Corpses

Pavements are full of people
Sleeping peacefully like copses,
No one knows who they are,
No one cares.

If a car rides them,
It does not matter,
They are corpses anyway.

If they see the next morning,
They will get up 
And walk like corpses,
Scaring the passers-by.

Corpses are meant to be still,
They look ominous when moving.

1 comment:

How do we know said...

But it can be different... maybe...