Poetry night three

Death

is silence and peace

not writhing in fires

or constant ecstasy in paradise

but cool dark silence

with no fear

no sadness

just hard metal blackness.

Lead in your eyes, mouth and ears

cold lead,

hammered into the head heavily

not run in from a furnace.

Weep for those who are gone

but they are not suffering.

Not anymore.

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