Contributor: Joyce Joslin Lorenson

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Soft bodies transfixed,
eyes forever staring
towards a cloudless sky,
the trickle of an unseen tear,
like shimmering gems
chromatic filmy wings
motionless in putrid air
without perfume or petal,
stricture of glossy veins,
a flit stationary,
fluttering only in memory
unwarmed by slanting sunlight,
lifeless yet
below the glass
death is beautiful.


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