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Slumber Song
Fear had you running like a young scared child.
The coroner cleaned your body, and your lifeless corpse
Took its place among the dead.
Our tears fall, grieving for your departure. Old friend.
Lying in a wooden casket, your memory
Clouds our thoughts. We stare round numb as Novocain.
We’re no more your friend
Than the dirt that is piled upon your grave to show your slow
Demise at life’s bitter end.
All afternoon your marble skin
Rested among the red satin fabric. I long to feel:
A gentle touch move across my cheek.
One shudder, and we glide from your resting place, somber and bitter
In our morbid black attire.
Your memory remains clear as a crystal. This vivid image
Remains and haunts our beings forever. And now we try
Our hands at acceptance;
The white clouds disperse unveiling a new sunrise.
