I know where the bodies are buried

I have this knowledge, this nugget I carry

This one died in a rage

This one died in old age

This one died beside a hedge

This one died vaulting from the ledge

This one died as he slept

This one died and no one wept

This one wept as he spilled

his remaining life on the sill

and slumped to the floor

unable to see hear or cough anymore

I know where the bodies rot

Whether you miss them or not

They put themselves in the loam

Their existence unknown

The End

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