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He is dead
To me
And for him
I do not know
How to grieve
Perhaps that is
In part because
He has been dead for years
Not just to me
But all that bear
The shell
That stands
Before them
His drunken lies
Consumed him
The empty vessel cast aside
To me
And for him
I do not know
How to grieve
Perhaps that is
In part because
He has been dead for years
Not just to me
But all that bear
The shell
That stands
Before them
His drunken lies
Consumed him
The empty vessel cast aside
posted by Okami at 7:15 AM
2 Comments:
Stark. Direct.
Like it.
The damage done to others visited back on the perpetrator. And finally empty and dispossed of, like a bottle he once drained, or how he treated the narrator.
I think that's it, anyway. Very strong poem, whether I'm accurate or not.
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