Poveglia short poem

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Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies
For a grave so they shipped the sick and
Suffering away to a little venison island called
Poveglia…screams could be heard across
The foggy water to the mainland in mass
Hysteria…well and those blood curdling
Screams can still be heard from the
Angry spirits that now haunt the small
Island of Poveglia…they should’ve never
Dared the devil by building an asylum
There on the blood stained soil where
They carried out monstrous acts in
The name of science but there’s nothing
Like a pissed off ghost and so anyone
Who dares to set foot on Poveglia are
Never heard from again but you can still
Hear their screams across the foggy water
And the smell of rotting flesh in the
Wind so sayeth the venison…Poveglia
Is a damned island!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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