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jerome moore


Death


I am racing with the devil.
on my bicycle through traffic downtown
on a country road.
i will collide
when a bus runs me down
that moment my soul will leave my body
I will see the impact
metal flying
brains inside and out
contortions i never thought i could make
shook horror in the eyes of those real life viewers
crying for the boy who was just mangled in traffic
pieces of hair and teeth like fresh roadkill
My soul will witness it all as my limp lifeless body
is taken from the spectacle i will transcend

and When my soul leaves my body
I will be in a garden of a sweet purple lavender.
simple fragrant and eternal...

Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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