That Day
Two eyes, Closed, On white face,
Not just white but pale
Rich pale
As though all soul that could bring colour has left
Two lips, Parted, As if in thirst
Or midway between saying the last word
One body, Alone, In a single bed
Soiled sheets and clothes
No last wishes or commands
Us, left beside, to misguide the truth
From his unknowing wife
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