Sadly We Die

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Michael Lee Johnson

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Sadly, We Die

Sadly, We Die

By Michael Lee Johnson

Sadly, we die in little black suitcase boxes,

cave into our fears and the top falls down.

Save the laughter, celebration, thunder clapping,

rats experimentally test shed light at end of life’s tunnel.

Death is a midnight stoker, everyone living goes home.

All windows bolted, all smiles switched off.

Sad on examination tables,

in little rooms, red, with lightening we die,

move on.

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