Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
If If I were a swan, I’d be gone. If I were a train, I’d be late. And if I were a good man, I’d talk with you More often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could Continue reading If by Roger Waters
Us And Them Us, and Them And after all we’re only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died And the Continue reading Us And Them by Roger Waters