Tuesday, 31 May 2022

don’t you dare think that

 don’t you dare think that


annealed from the furnace 

to the anvil’s hammer

the words were bent


they never meant

to place the pennies on dead eyes

but is was a closure


they said


is what they always say


when they read the last will and testament 

they learn what was really meant

what is left unread


in bequeathing

one’s last breath becomes rancid

every one backs off

slowly


what didn’t rhyme dances

sits where the table is labelled

with a name tag once removed 


what is this light that plays over everything 

the stained glass that speaks


he wasn’t 

then he was

now he’s gone 


don’t you think


don’t you dare think


that


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