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Busy Death

I see busy Death’s work,

From the friend four feet away

To Mom, lips cold black.

In far too many absent friends,

Two in terror’s pyre.

While on shockwave’s path, we escaped,

With “guilty” more, Death missed.

A Midwest viewing with cake.

A suicide’s funeral,

Death Is not a friend to help.

With life there is Love.

The living do not forget,

Those brushed by busy Death.

Picture of Sedlec Ossuary by Tom_Huffman at Flickr. Originally posted at the great site of last year. This poem inspired a series on death (The first Rendezvous) link is below. all posted on Knightsheart. My Mom died 4/03/2010.


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