Winding Sheet
P Patti Masterman
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Winding sheet, where death has had it's day:
Expressions blankly say
No losses and no wins;
No movement and no words
Have purged the slightest sin.
Brain cools, within it's cavity:
And cells become a sea;
Communications slowed,
There is no need to bleed,
No steaming breath to blow.
Still life, a nature scape in works:
The insects aren't remiss;
Their egg sacs down below-
They are the only kiss
Unbeloved death can know.
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