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Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade Naked bodies lie in waste Can you hear the concealed laments? Afraid to express Afraid to breathe Unable to stop the grief Teeth grind A young boy picks up a dried hip bone Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons Grimy boots unmercifully stomp Sleeping Kate showed the officers The skeleton she built out of bone fragments Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside With this truth, she died With their guilt, they continued life They tried. . . The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate But Sleeping Kate is always alive, Building skeletons in their minds. . . 4-7-13

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 4/14/2013 6:38:00 PM
I have a job that involved (at one time) some investigation of accidents, and I have seen people killed in their prime of life. It was very disturbing. I sometimes think that they (the dead) are with me (standing at my back and watching), and I try to do things to make their deaths not be in vain. However, I am astounded at how some in this world of ours do not understand the importance of life itself. It was very tough to take. How does someone as young as you acquire so much wisdom?
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Date: 4/14/2013 2:44:00 PM
Wow, Laura... Very disturbing! It used to be a nightmare of mine... Being buried alive. You make it sound like a massacre though! I agree with Caleb Smith's Poe comment. I love how diverse you are!
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Date: 4/10/2013 8:32:00 AM
Yikes!...this is CRAZY!...in the best possible way. Sometimes you remind me of Poe.
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