Their Last Kiss


Too many deaths now,

Too many deaths then.


Edgar, Bob, Tom & Mike;

Nancy, Cyl & Dan.


Some by cancer,

Some by age,

Some by accident.

All yield rage.


The inconceivability

Of it all, of death;

Of loves there, than gone.

Of life here—one, two—



Experience, no teacher;

Grief, relentless, ever-rending.

Worlds with endings—amen.


When do we get used to this?

When do we accept

The price for life

To be their last kiss?



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