Sonnet VII: Habeas Corpus;
You Shall Have the Corpse
©2012, Olan L. Smith
T'was not so long ago in days of yore
Attended we our noble departed
To assure their soul's passage―heaven's door,
But now cadavers lay empty hearted
Put stored away [professional's decor
Of bloody sheets] our blackened sins robust
So, now we yearn for more appalling gore;
Cadavers ... habeas corporal lust?
Retreat, in treachery and fear their sight
Abolish death as we are solely plague,
And who is not ashamed of their affright
This day? Travails into the dank so vague,
Oh, how we fear demise upon the stage,
Undo our hearts release us from this cage.
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...