each poem
a tombstone of sorts.
moving
on from one thought to another.
the burial
of someone
or something, long
dead
and waiting in the morgue
of the mind
to be boxed and tossed
into the cold
hard ground.
without a flower or
a prayer.
here's another.
rest in peace, dear one.
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