The Beckoning Poetry Post Page

Poetry by Francis Deider Hostan-Meyer

Added 12 December 2001

This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

This poem is by Francis Deider Hostan-Meyer


My brother died today, at least in my heart…

He died at twelve o’clock while chocking on a bone

It’s funny!

Everyone started laughing cuz the clock had just struck twelve,

We were too busy laughing… Nobody noticed the cries of saliva spitting out, splashing against the wall, Spelling Out Pain.

A primitive form of graffiti art.

Mother noticed, Father yelled… but I…

But I continued laughing,

The echoing sounds of saliva ricocheting off the wall, and into my ear. It was like telling me some kind of a joke. – that I couldn’t understand – but laughed at anyways.

Was it dark matter, that my brother Kyle choked on?


My brother died today, at least in my heart…

He died at eleven o’clock while chocking on a squirrel

How Funny It All Is…..

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