Standard Posted by jrhgreenwood Posted on 24/04/2016 Posted under Poetry Comments Leave a comment Dread the rot I fear no death: I only fear the dying. Dry bones no longer suffer from the thirst. Once gone, there is no lonely fear of going: I dread the rot, and not the waiting earth. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related beautychangedeathexperiencefearinspirationlifepoemspoetry Post navigation ← Thermochromic “Blue Blood Blues,” The Dead Weather → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.