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Death Is Everywhere
the gravestones by the hostel
are adorned with bright fake flowers
I see them everywhere
these spectacles marking the dead
garlands at the sites of fatal accidents,
by the grocery,
a white cross on the highway
Death is everywhere
in the mountains, the roads, the flowers
& somehow this adds to the beauty of the land
it is a gentle presence
innocent like a child
reaching out her hand, a cat
settling on your lap
it doesn't slink about like a scorned creature
Death wants to be loved,
too