Postmortem

Drunken poses,

hurriedly we fend for ourselves

we live

we love

and we die

 

All buy ourselves,

choking on the bone

deny yourself,

I don’t deny

me and you

 

Aged wine,

we whisper

we move

unison lines in the dark

we hide

 

Crystal glass,

prompts the silence

echoes

in the past

‘that’s where we were’

 

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