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She's Passed Away.
She’s passed away; the nurse came out and said, Sensitivity, I suppose for the assembled entourage, I prefer to say, she’s dead. The entourage shift and mumble, One looks at her watch, another wants a cup of tea, Life as before now will crumble. Antiseptic sheen squeaks under feet, The entourage shuffle; was there a priest? The last rights? Jesus sake her final treat? Rubber wheels skid, bumping through a door, Nurses skirts, starch tight hug their bottoms as they walk by, An orderly with tea asks if anyone wants some more. What am I supposed to feel? I think of her corpse inside, alive, It just isn’t real. Our father stands alone beside, Well she's gone now he said, Yea and you killed her, my brother cried. Holy Jesus not tonight, It’s not the time, Don’t start a fight. My mother passed from life to dead, She hasn’t passed away, My mother now lives in my head.
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