Bring out your Dead! !
He yells, and they walk out carring it, the box.
The box that holds his whole world, the memories he can't share with her again.
The moments that will never be, or the time that they will never spend. Together.
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'Bring out your Dead! He yells, to Me. And I do.' Beautiful work.
Terrific poem on a subject none of us want to think about... 10... Colin J...
hmmm. I didn't particulary like this one at first but it really grew on me. You've created a good image in this, rather than describing the deceased you refer to is as your world emphasising the grief you feel. I also liked the image of putting your memories and experiences with the dead in the box. Alas, if only we could...