like doll plastic the face shines eyes sealed
the body posture is not sleep
fully clothed it lies at attention
in the perfect receptacle
for unmotivated discharge
so many ways to read death
no translation strikes me
easy now stay proper
tip and pour emotions slowly
drizzle feelings for someone not there
certainly not the way
we emptied ourselves into each other
when our two breaths mingled
and neither wanted to exhale
hanging over the casket I think
of my last dog that died
and I turn sad
for other reasons
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