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we die, and then we lie, in caskets
where round faces with penny stares
watch and drop
just like hands will drop
a garden of flowers
deep into the ground
away from people
certain of the world in which they live
of a smartness of tie
of the knots a life will take
and the way a tear is fixed
dry and made again
to the moment we are in
Yes - I agree with Francine - death is pretty final but life goes on. I like the unsentimental way you handle the subject.
You have captured the moment beautifully Emily...
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<Deleted User> (5151)
Tue 9th Jun 2009 19:56
thank you. x