A Warrant of His Face Writen by: Nathaniel Hammel [email protected] March 5th 2001 Last they heard he left here with a smile on his nose. He had frowned his eyes to the north, and headed south, they said. The train station was the last place on this fine earth they saw him, they said. He rose up early, dressed in fine tones of brown plad pair of pants, they said. In a hurry he left the town, they said. The room he left stood naked, all but the body that lay there. The warm blood of solid truth, laying in a Puddle of booze bottled whisky. The mark of Death, they said. The warrant now out for his arrest showed his face where it is now posted upon a post it board at the train station where he left at early morn that day with a smile on his face, they said. Return to Submitted Poetry |