another famous person dead
and all i see is a cold body
lifeless in a morgue in a drawer
clattered in with the light on
i see futility
i see all my concepts of them
as little as they maybe
is there more to see
there never seems to be
history a list of futility
the convoluted euphemisms
and algorithms of faith
of what it means to be
is lost on me
cold in a drawer
the light on and off
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