The Politeness of Death
Polite to me and tall in gesture fair,
Offering openness to my raw feelings,
Leaving nothing behind but a lectern,
Insisting on my viewpoint and reeling;
Tough on that, and unable to retract,
Energy for my memories so compact.
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