Coup de Gras
for Lady Edith Turnquest [R.I.P.]
he's lost his wife
he's lost his life
half of it or more or less
loss I feel too
I too feel less
connected to her
to him, to them
connected to nation
G.G.'s wife,
an MP's mother
they've lost her
we've lost her
81, visiting England
where she expired
was she there for medical reasons
or caught unawares
death
with her where he wanted her
snatched at her
first his fist full of all her petals
little left to do to finish her off
to finish us off
blowing in the breeze in the garden
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
6:59 p.m. 12.05.10
for Lady Edith Turnquest [R.I.P.]
he's lost his wife
he's lost his life
half of it or more or less
loss I feel too
I too feel less
connected to her
to him, to them
connected to nation
G.G.'s wife,
an MP's mother
they've lost her
we've lost her
81, visiting England
where she expired
was she there for medical reasons
or caught unawares
death
with her where he wanted her
snatched at her
first his fist full of all her petals
little left to do to finish her off
to finish us off
blowing in the breeze in the garden
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
6:59 p.m. 12.05.10
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:26 AM
1 Comments:
Psalms 90:10
The days of our years are threescore years and ten;
and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years,
yet is their strength labor and sorrow;
for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
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