John Doe

Inspired by real events- and hypothetical Johns!

falling flowers

John Doe,

rapt silence

wraps

around your shrouded

corpse. Though, John, your

quiver-full  of children know

your loss. John Doe, your innards

spilled, en-clothed you. Though, John,

your pockets full of hoarded

loot refused to.  John,

though unnamed,

your wrapped

remains lay

unclaimed

JOHN

DOE.

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Author: mywrite2016

I am a freelance writer living in the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. Author of three self-published books- No More Tears, To Kryss with Love and Dust Yourself Off and Try Again. I am the mother of two girls- 21 and 11 years old- a teacher and trained nurse.

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