It is a dig to be remembered <br />Dark thick and wet in reality <br />The grave difference in texture <br />Between life and death <br />Soft white pillowed silky fabrics <br />Entombed <br />In a cold hard metallic and concrete vault <br />Marked by a stone and a numbered plot <br />Where embalmed dreams and thoughts <br />Once so alive and filled with vigor <br />Escape through the mouths of worms <br />To be heard by only the dead ears <br />Attuned to the sound of silent prayers <br />Red roses dried in a bouquet of growing fingernails <br />Folded across the pleats of white satin <br />Concealing the naked body of the virgin <br />Sacrificed for love <br />Death of the old ways, has taken on a new love in Lady Frankenstein <br />And no one could love her more than me...<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curse-of-mary-shelly/
