by Mary Delle LeBeau
she just fell on the floor
going out the door to Sam’s
took the picture frame with her
trying to right herself
I can’t feel my right side she said to
my father the doctor who knew
and didn’t know
about death
she was laid in splendor of
the columned house of formaldehyde
on the eternal rest pillow of blue satin
face and hair made up
a doll that has been glued and taped
back together
she will rot before her 20 gauge steel
shroud of six sides the Heavenly Blue casket that
helps us feel death misses me
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