William D. Borgen
Poem by William D. Borgen
A thin, white sheet covers my corpse
A nun kisses my toes, one by one,
In a small adobe chapel,
On a high plains desert.
Incantations like heat convections,
Slowly peel away from the roof tiles,
A mirage even God accepts
As the truth.
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