Till its end,
Can never be more,
But only when it’s alone,
Can you smell its denial?
Hides from the sun,
Runs to a shaded corner,
Plays with his shadow,
Then walks away to you,
Can you smell his fears?
Reeking your path,
Reeking your mouth,
Never again to eat and swallow….again,
Heriberto GarciaIII
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-dead/
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