Very Bad Archive
Spring Treasure
David LaPierre
Spring arrives slowly...
Seeds begin to quiver from
their frosty sleep...
My steps on the
still-hardened ground
Thump
With vibrations
That wake up the roots...
Wake up, little fellows, wake up...
The sun begins its vernal ascent,
And its rays grow stronger by the day...
I gaze upwards to bask
In the warm, golden light...
...and stumble...
Training my gaze
To the brunette forest floor -
A stick? No, a leg bone. A skull. A rib...
Yes! Yes!
I found a body!
I always wanted to find a body!
Yes! Yes!
David LaPierre has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of David's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of David's latest works: