by Andrea Laws
The King’s coffin
mantles the undying being’s mouth
like innocence taken by whispering raindrops
donated along the wall of cancer
No notion of cause or well-being
just there; out of politeness, we share
folding chairs to count the numbers,
only to brag the statistics in hell
Footprints of one to carry
when left-to-have footprints
disappeared in the murky mud of
“To be.”
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Andrea Laws currently resides in Lawrence, KS. She graduated from the University of Kansas in 2008, with a BA in English and a BA in Film Studies. Her work has appeared in three compiled books of poetry including: Whispers VII: A Collection of Short Works, Stars in Our Hearts, and International Who's Who in Poetry: 2012 Edition.
Last updated February 18, 2016