The Grief of Gone
threw
the pages
away
and watched
‘em burn
to ash
what becomes
of the body
when life
is gone
think about all the rows
of empty houses
up for sale
in neighborhoods
big and small
far and wide
the selling off of things
so many things
how sad it is
the inevitable end
when you haven’t even
a spoon
left
you haven’t the energy
required
to lift a spoon
i’ve watched the dying die
and it’s not
how they say
it is
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