I Died For Beauty Poem by James McLain

I am one, whom have more than once,
adjusted to the grave and died.
Because in death I needed no make up.
Scantily veiled except for my face,
those whom had come,
as in life someone stood up and died.
Because even in truth,
when one is next door and behind closed eyes.
Even in death in the next door room.
Did he think to ask?
Whispered under fumbling breath,
I if why you failed, much to suddenly,
with others looking not even in life this quietly?
Because of beauty,
into my deaf ear gathered around they answered.
And I -more than two,
most married because of the truth.
Death is one.
As for us the same trader,
Death is certain.
He never said it would be this hard.
When death came It met at the door of my night and so.
Blood is thicker than oceans of water,
we spoke between the rooms, the moss in his lips,
and being hidden our names, until it and he and I reached.