24 Poem by steve zabaldo

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alive,
active, vital
suddenly absent
elusive
sick—dying

merciless viral death

why an open casket?

emaciated and
unrecognizable

a skeleton
draped with skin
(gray, lifeless skin)

dead
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Francesca Johnson 18 May 2006

So sad. Simple, powerful, sad. What more is there to say? Love, Fran xx

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