Every Corpse On The Bier Poem by Patti Masterman

Every Corpse On The Bier



Every corpse on the bier
Has marveled at sunsets,
Held hands with a beloved,
Drunk toasts to friends old and new
Held the same thoughts we have held;

Had the same fears we were haunted by-
Because every corpse is a future us;
But unlike every man's death,
Ours is a calamity
Of immeasurable proportion.

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