Death Does Not Sing
There he lay; no surprise
Not suddenly; but anticipated demise
Death stings whichever way it springs
Death never sings any kind of song
It's pain shouts a deafening bang,
blast, and blow; like when daddy
died 60 years ago
051023PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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