One Last Phone Call Poem by david gerardino

One Last Phone Call



DEATH, you pervert the body
with stink, you fill these cemeteries
with my family and friends.
YOU reach out for the body not the
soul.
YOU become a comedian when the
moon shows up.
YOU teach that every thing or one,
has one last phone call.

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