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The Coroners

Bone and flesh tell a truncated story,
giving evidence of histories,
some gory.

Bone language, as expected, is dry.
We flesh out dry facts
by surmise.

No matter how hard we try,
we arrive at the fact of death’s
curtain.

Two facts are immediately certain:
length of hair and the growing
of nails.

DeathSpiderWeb ConnectionsJune 18, 2014
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