Death Lied
When the ghosts entered the light,
they held utterly still,
nothing in sight,
no movement,
as if they were waiting for God’s breath,
after death,
waiting for God to shine,
waiting for some kind of sign,
something divine,
nothing moved,
even the breeze seemed to have died,
death lied.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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