IT WAS

He died of natural causes

So the word rapidly spreading said

There were no witnesses,

And no need for the coroner’s report

People already knew somehow.

On that still day

In a dimly lit room

Behind polished oak doors

Someone, something had visited

Speculation has it that it was no stranger

For there was no struggle or fuss;

This mystery guest knew intimately

How to make anyone’s heart its home

They say he was found strangely engrossed

Reminiscing perhaps.

Scores of photographs disarrayed

Some glamorous, some not

Portraits of a lonesome man

Destined for a departure unknown

With neither family nor friends

Standing by

He died of natural causes

So was the word spread throughout that still day

And despite there being no witnesses

We know that he indeed died of natural causes

One of them being pride.