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Two Weeks Ago in Kansas City
Dead air. Dead stillness in your
hospice bed. Dead peace.......
Is
death really peace as many claim to know,
dear daughter, my dear child?
A father
chokes and howls in an
unchecked
mind/soul/Heart's pandemonium,
with hands on your
cold arm.......
Dead peace, indeed...............
still
choking and wailing
a fortnight later
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