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sad death poem

in all things not spoken of
in the dark and peace of my final bed
sweet and strong
under a spreading chestnut tree
we were not many
death's nobility again
thou unrelenting past
when i go back to earth
i can not tell you now
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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