The eyes and mind wander from broken flesh,
from bosoms that shall never rise and fall again,
and from lips that shall not open to utter words,
to flesh that is whole, to bodies that breath,
and lips that open and say pleasant things,
and yet the warm flesh shall still die, air leave
the lungs, and last words fall into silence;
but let these deaths be natural and quick
and merciful and long to come, and that
those who now break flesh, and cease
hearts from beating, and break open skulls,
inside which thoughs of fear and despair
and hope mingle, let those be stopped,
by whatever means, for human bodies
are not meant to be mangled, but loved,
life not extinguished but cherished,
lips kissed, and the words parting them
worshipped, as death is an endless silence
and all life is sacred, and ending it is a
sacrilege; the hands that deal death
should wither, and be paralyzed
from knowing what they've done.
08.11.2023
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