Poem and photo: “Death becomes you”

Death becomes you

Death becomes you, my dear.

Let me hold your hand so our selfie is clear.

Get my bare bones, they show me the best.

All that flesh and muscle — begone all the rest.

I’ll wear my cap. You wear your smile.

Don’t worry about missing teeth. It’s been a while.

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