WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR
- Dark Poets Club
- Oct 14
- 1 min read
By James Langford
Way too hot to dig two graves.
I can see my shadow sweat.
High noon and not a lick o’ shade.
My friend can’t live without his pet.
His dog coughed out her final days.
Best to put his mind to rest
in one hole. With his dog, he splays.