I never met the dead man
Though the town mourned his name.
He collapsed right on my street
But I'll never see his grave.
I never met the dead man
The black, unholy ghost
The people burn money and things to call him to them
Though I burn sage to tell him to go.
I never met the dead man
Because to this day
I refuse to think that
I may have caused his death in some way.
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Poems - because words rhyme
PoetryPoems, because words rhyme. There is nothing more satisfying than the perfectly wrapped-up limerick... other than a personal look at a friend's feelings. Please enjoy.
