Dexiste
ahhh the deaths like ours,
taking off their colorful robes,
showing what they really are...
they would be better
if the bodies were ejected
beyond the roofs,
conquering space
on a route to you, paradise.
Would that bother anyone in the afterlife?
I, if I were divine,
would have used more care
building deaths like that,
because I saw under the creek bridge,
in the dark of all time,
our bodies like pale fish,
floating sad
in the dim reflection of the moon.
to you who were not born
I'll give you some advice,
be nothing in this life,
whatever life is.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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