Empty Time: A Poem

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Empty Time

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

An empty time overtakes my soul
As dead as bruised corpses which jerkingly roll
Down loose-bouldered mounts to newly turned graves,
No desires I have even to rave,
No fever to protest, no fist to shake,
Though slaughter might a glutton’s meal slake
On my lifeless carcass—I lie with t…