Death is A Friend

 

Death is a friend

with no secrets

a patient listener

a loving parent.

 

The last face you’ll see

the last kiss on your lips

the dirt you crawl upon

the dirt you will be part of.

 

Life is a wrecker

a street magician

a smoke in the dark

a lie extended.

 

A bird in a cage

a broken window

a rocking chair

of shallow dreams.

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