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Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Widower Dies

by Bobbie Troy

hopelessness and resignation
hung in the air
the smell of rotting flesh
hit me
before I opened the door
on the final tableau:
a corpse of loneliness
naked on the bed
as withered as
an Auschwitz prisoner
as spent as a deflated balloon

a neglected widower
in a silent, empty room