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Picnic by Adrienne Rich

Sunday in Inwood Park the picnic eaten the chicken bones scattered for the fox we’ll never see the children playing in the caves My death is folded in my pocket like a nylon raincoat What kind of sunlight is it … Continue reading

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating … Continue reading

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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes by Thomas Gray

’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round … Continue reading

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Black Star by David Bowie

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all Your eyes ​ On the day of execution, on the day of … Continue reading

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Only The Crossing Counts by C. D. Wright

It’s not how we leave one’s life. How go off the air. You never know do you. You think you’re ready for anything; then it happens, and you’re not. You’re really not. The genesis of an ending, nothing but a … Continue reading

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A Death-Bed by Rudyard Kipling

“This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone.” [This is a gland at the back of the jaw, And an answering lump by the collar-bone.] Some die shouting in gas or fire; Some die … Continue reading

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Pass On by Michael Lee

When searching for the lost remember 8 things 1. We are vessels. We are rooms. We are so much less important than the things inside of us. We are circuit boards swallowing the electricity of life upon birth. It wheels through us … Continue reading

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