Dead and the Motionless (poem #358)

Where do the dead and the motionless women go?

Their hearts tremble and dive into the cold realms of

the living, among the skyscraper cities and harsh

outlander farms in distant regions. The elements are

all the same, the heartless living more dead than alive.


 

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