In memoriam
11 February 2012
Silence for a tombstone becomes her
As wane heartbeats struggle for sound
In muffled world that no beat can spur
While dark ink skulks and floats around
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Words drop a drop come forth in patter
I watch them as they form, spellbound
From inky droplets shaping into matter
As their echo in my head does resound
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Drop-a-drop oozing like forcible chatter
Hesitant, meek as they drop to be found
Yesterday a vein full that would splatter
Today a dried-up puddle on the ground
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Drip-by-drip goes the painful murmur
Memory’s trail helps a ruthless hound
A tune to sing with dark voice in a slur
In memoriam a music box I unwound
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