imagine that
just imagine the horror of dying
with that one last thought unsaid
the inability to pass it on
from your final breath’s dearth bed
and to know it is real beauty
to have perceived the final truth
that all is as you thought it was
way back when you were a youth
and to prise not that jaw to open
or that tongue torque tide in morgue
as in fading eyes the sorrow dies
hope in the truth gem dies
imagination
dies
as the grievers leave their solemn duty
of waiting upon last breaths
the question remains unanswered
for death has died its death
imagine that
it’s true
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