(also on Outdoor Poetry Season)
Is it really a poem,
or just some clever hoax?
If you believe
in life following death,
then the sneaking suspicion,
trailing behind
like a holy phantom,
like Smeagol,
the reflection
of all our sins,
could well be the thought
that you
are already
dead.
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