Bag of Meat
by grimbeau
When she died
Yes she died
Silent convulsive tears
Erupted deep down
In imagined diaphragm
Yes she’s dead real dead
Someone busy said
Proffering a chair
‘Is this the dead chair?’
after a pause one asked
A blue dark phone rang
When she died
Yes she died
Silent convulsive tears
Erupted deep down
In imagined diaphragm
Yes she’s dead real dead
Someone busy said
Proffering a chair
‘Is this the dead chair?’
after a pause one asked
A blue dark phone rang
