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Ghost Ships In the Night

Death stares out at us

through the frame with broken glass

atop the casket.


The remembered face

bright and alive, smiles at us

a light, now snuffed out.


We do not escape

no matter how hard we try.

We must all lie down.


Death stares up at us

and says, “You will all pass like

ghost ships in the night.”


 
 

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