Inside Death's Thoughts

Art by Norman E. Masters

From the center of what
less poetically is my
some how  something
screams, twists
is  it me?
oh  God
it  is  me

holes in me
and in my stomach
Let me take those
holes out and put them on
this paper

Some one
screamed I love you
but the echo fades

Love comes easy love
comes hard
it's almost the same
as falling backwards into
infinity laughing at

The Youngest Among Us

It was no different
than before.

Tears are the silent language
of grief.
Remember me?

No one.  No one.

See?  See?

~~Steven Krantz

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