So, it seems
In even the most peaceful death,
there is a grimace,
as if the body gives life’s hand
a last tight squeeze, or is
itself squeezed,
the interlace of face releasing
into surprise,
an ah as the jaw slackens,
as if to say, ‘so, that was it, then.’
So, at least, it seems,
holding the hand,
onlooking.
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A poem of sorts. I am linking this to Susie Clevinger’s prompt on With Real Toads about lace. I have uploaded the photo from my iPhone and fear it may be cut off by some browsers; just click on it, if you wish to see the whole thing.
I have edited this post twice within three minutes of posting! I’m not sure if I’ve made better–but seems to be my way lately–indecision in editing–
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