When It's Our Turn
Paper breath
Loaded with death
Is there a picture to see?
Reading all of the obituaries
Or now are there only words?
Behind the gossamer they're heard
And I see more than this now
It's often hard to say how
All I got are all of these words
Behind the gossamer they're heard
What will they say when it's our turn?
Sunday Morning 5am
November 10, 2024
John Alan Conte` Jr.
Poet
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