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I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

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I bid you peace.

Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Bones of the Necropolis


Ignorant of the prophet's words
Most barely read let alone 
To realize what was said
Ancient metropolis, emptied of life and lust
Modern necropolis, tombs and ossuaries
Bones left in the dust
The children sing odes to the dead
Future society without conscience
Lives lived without fear of consequence
A populous that died for their opulence  
But none worry, nor care
The dead take care of their own
The world painted gray and red
Nothing lives in the zone
Nothing exists all alone
The world collapsed
Upon itself
Ancient bones of steel
Concrete and plastic
Wood burned away
Nothing is left
Neither memories
Nor legacies
Remain