Ghoul Curse
Happy trails good-bye
I wrote your death today
So exhausted, I saw you panting
Words were less and less then
Turned to simple breath, lighter
Wispy and gone, I lit a wick
The steady flame said nothing
Your mouth stayed open
Your eyes still not closed
I tipped the wax to coat them
Yelling my own breath loud
I danced around and on your shadow
Stepping you back to dirt
JM
1 comment:
this one got through to me, sort of like flavored nutrinos or whatever you call them particle physics thingies. A very good poem it must be. Stay with your muse.
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