Corpse
One moment, that is this!
No one ever ready for
A form lays motionless,
Breathless, unknowing
That it was or is!
Unconcerned for tears poured
Over the best it wore.
Awaits nothing,
Relies on nothing,
Happy to speak no more
Michael
Copyright © Michael Quinn | Year Posted 2015
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