Poems and Publications

The Sound of Grief

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I watch in silence
as another boy lies still
upon this shrouded cot.
Garnet jelly pools beside his chest and bubbles seep from holes
torn in the pale soft skin.
A sigh escapes the room as
if the air has been released
and all the noise replaced by
softer sounds, the closing up
of drawers the final keyboard clicks the wide broom brushes on the trash strewn floor the contents to be bagged and tied for homicide
or simply thrown away.