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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