Non-Erotic Poetryendgamedust to dust
slow lowering
microbes, bacterial disassemble
or the faster furnace flame
cremated remains
life bucks our clutches
lungs, no longer limitless, slough
off the long-drawn moments
ease into dis-animation
and so what
heaven for you.
hell for them
the cursor blinks
innocent
keys' sterile tap-tap-tap-
the blank stare of the steel drawer
and chill limbo
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