Death
Death
Who is no respecter of persons
Beloved, haters
Gather around
Secluded murmurs and vents
Bloodshot corneas
Shudders, silence
Some to merry only
Black, oblivion
Disbelief, later epiphany
Resounding salutations
Indeed! Some only to make merry - come
Its desire: unquenchable
Like the Queen, never late
Departing she returns
Again without announcement.
Copyright © Noel Tonka | Year Posted 2016
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