There is one less
Of us tonight,
The one I
Came from.
An agent of the State
Arrives immediately
To account for
The morphine so
There can be no
Unauthorized dulling
Of pain.
The mortician arrives
With far less urgency
For what's left
Of where we once lived.
His hat tips but
None of us knows how
To look up from
The cards we've been dealt.
I am now
The elder
Of my clan
And we are called
The Lost.
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| Submerged Structure by Thomas Vaultonburg |
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