The Death March Poem by Khloe Chace

The death march answers their prayers.
Taking the last word and making anew,
Of their white gowns.
Spray paint them the color of my thoughts,
Stopping dead in their tracks.

And their bodies flutter like butterflies of demons.
Screaming tears tear down their faces.
As eyes bounce off that lifeless body,
My lifeless body,
How many jigsaw hearts physically fall apart?

The preacherman breaks out his script.
One left more, before he can run home, now.
Here I stand in the shadows of them.
The one, the few,
Those who had nothing else to do.

How many people will remember my face
Once the blue in my eyes closes as gray.
It's a wedding without the tears.
Please do not dance on my grave tonight, my dear.

The death march answers their prayers.
Taking the last word and making anew,
Of their white gowns.
Spray paint them the color of my thoughts,
Stopping dead in their tracks.