LJ Idol, Season 10 - Break Week: Topic 4 of 4 - Possum Ran Over My Grave
Wily possum, claws as sharp as a Bowie knife,
you cut the wind from my sails
as you scuttle from grave to grave.
Fisher of souls no matter the rank -
Prince, Duke, or haggard harper,
they all fall at your whim.
Justice knows no bounds -
despite my calm, I feel neither wilder nor safer
knowing you are there to claim me.
The Deer Hunter became the hunted,
while a revolutionary leader
couldn't dodge that last bullet.
Wily possum, you shall run circles around my grave.
I'm not ready for your ministrations just yet.
(Dedicated to those who passed in 2016)
you cut the wind from my sails
as you scuttle from grave to grave.
Fisher of souls no matter the rank -
Prince, Duke, or haggard harper,
they all fall at your whim.
Justice knows no bounds -
despite my calm, I feel neither wilder nor safer
knowing you are there to claim me.
The Deer Hunter became the hunted,
while a revolutionary leader
couldn't dodge that last bullet.
Wily possum, you shall run circles around my grave.
I'm not ready for your ministrations just yet.
(Dedicated to those who passed in 2016)