Never Ending

A dearth of death
we’d deem divine
but would the breadth
of births be fine
Who’d win the race
for food and space
as crowds get loud

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”

Working For It

Death follows me
ever closer
quickly, slowly
stopping no sir
So nor will I
I will defy
not wait for fate

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”

So now you’re dead,
what do you do?
Can’t use your head
it’s lost to you.
Your sole respite
is just to flit
nowhere and there.

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”