Unremitting, Askance

She looked at me askance and said
That I was unremitting
In trying to bring back the dead
Which, to her, seemed quite fitting

In that my singularity
Was my macabre mind:
A case for prolotherapy
A corpse beneath the rind

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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