Modern
By Jack Joseph Smith
There-was alot of noise-at the first place.
On the second place people drifted
The third was a very sorry: stone ‘cold’
At the fourth place everybody dressed fine,
but it got strange-as if the wind was: in curtains
The smell'was so bad there at the fifth,
that bodies-came when they were gone
The sixth place is where life stopped
I-however got unlucky: in the seventh place for moments
Recollection has it that I lounged around;
with the forever wounded that never let it diet