The Bearing of Bad News



For one hand, can reach, like a severed hand-

To take things forever, upon cursed lands-

The plague reaching out and my soul to take-

My light is but a lantern, lying in wait-

One, of two-

Men and women each-

Others to fall victim, is one of them you?

Men and women, snatched up by beaks-

Seven or so beaks, open horribly, at death’s very door-

Bodies, sickly, washing up along shores-

Oh why still, doth the plague ask for more?

Poem’s Meaning: Talks about anxiety from struggles and hard times.

Copyrightcopyright March 21, 2014

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