Friday, May 18, 2012

When I Died by Jeffrey Park

when I died
there was a great wind
blowing ashes
high into
the air
and the clang of dark
bells and any
of gnashing of teeth
shredding of garments
a veritable sea
of mourners
lining the avenue
until the breathless man
on TV
told the world
about this brave and
noble fighter
in the end
lost his long battle
with life.

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