Body Of Proof Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

But I have promises to keep
Robert Frost


Here lies the body of proof
the one who died in the night
undisturbed by the thought
of his death
who evenly breathed in his sleep
till that one breath stopped
in his mouth
all promises he had to keep
left unkept
all unkept promises struck
out by breath that stopped
in his mouth
the sleep that stopped him
from sleeping
all days dark now as the breath
that stopped in his mouth
stopped without thought
of his death
here is the body of proof
cold as the breath that stopped
up his mouth without
thought without
word sleeping beyond the night’s sleep
(the lightness of life frail
as one breath)
here lies the body of proof.