Obituary Pages
Plausible but un-thinkable
Thoughts so strange
As I read the lines
Between the words
Of obituary pages… Defining earthy cages
I wonder… Should I wonder
If the magical tales are true
Or if fact… Is comingled with fiction
Or is it all… Total omission
Of the journey
To a cell in hell
I ask… Should I ask
Are these testimonies
Of honor… Of trust and love
Or a lie of deceit and lust
As I look at the eyes
In the white and black photograph
I ask… Could they have been trapped
In a painful life
But the obituary page
Would never tell
Of that musty cell
Because the day of… Death is a fairy tale
Because…Life is in living color… Always
Never in shades of gray
Just a dance… Day after day
So why does ink on pages
On the last days before the grave
Never… Tell of demons
That carried damaged souls… Away
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 