The end of him
My heart thumped
When I saw it
Even though I had prepared
I wasn’t ready
Who is?
When I peered down
Into the wooden box
And saw his face
His smile,
Eyes closed, blue lips
at peace
at rest
in the Large wooden box
home for one
people look in
with bloodshot eyes
and red noses
their eyes speak
to say goodbye
forever
their hearts grieving
their minds whirring
wishing, wanting
it wasn’t true
but it was
so it was
the end of him
and the black car
pulled him away
foerever
into the ground
6 feet down
With a name post
And flower bed
Only to be seen
with the last
wet eye
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