20 Poems by Tom Crider

Selected Poems by Tom Crider

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Our Dead

if they aren’t too busy

might glance now and then
in our direction…

down
….or up
from where they are.

You might hear them
chuckling as they see us

spending so much time
erecting barricades

around our egos

and running toward

(or away from)

figments of
our imaginations.

Quite amusing…until it’s not

and they turn
to observe

instead of us

the life of, say,
an otter
or an octopus.