042911b Mourning Lose Poem by Manonton Dalan
042911b Mourning Lose
i saw her facing once her temple
where she keep all her trinkets
even her adored clothes, perfume
it's gone now even rare mementos
that cling to plaster wall, proudly
chair that accompany her daily, too
sticks on her hands beat ground
in protest why but who will listen
everybody is on same situation
from here to other states, wiped
her pretty cat beneath down tree
purring to unknown shadow, pity
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