he lay
eyes glazed
body
clouding
poisoning
his home
how easily
he was replaced
another
takes up
exactly the same
space
his corpse
feeds the soil
how strange it is
that he is
buried
when he
only knew
a life
submerged
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
