By Andrew R. Duckworth
I’ve had a song in my head all day
One they play at funerals
One that strangles
One that smothers
Bittersweet, sadder than others
And I know every word
As it echoes with every footstep
With every spoken syllable
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth