Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Staring at a Departed Friend

Wicked corpse, Abomination!
How dare you gaze with your eye
Without the soul I so cherish?
I could touch your fishy flesh
But honest contact is stolen.
I nod to your spirit’s rest-bliss
But I will not, cannot forget
The oppression this world gains
At your absence.

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