Someone died last night
And no one even seems to be taking notice their passing
Who had once been, is no more
It wasn't report on the front page of the news
Or on the back page either, for that matter.
Their soul must have just floated
From here to there
Or from there to here
Quietly depending
On what their religious views had been.
I wouldn't have even known
Except for the quiet whisperings
Of relatives on the phone...
Still making plans...
Still talking...
Still breathing...
Even though that person they were talking about
Is no longer here.
Deader than Dead.
That's what someone said
They said that this person
Looked Deader than Dead.
That's what they said.
(January 26,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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