Poem: Pure Death

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Walking by the river

I see the withered remains

Of rosebay willowherb

In life, they towered with color

In death they droop

With brittle frangibility

All bleached bone

A whiteness so complete

It’s shocking to the sight

In death,

They have found their purity

And

In this strange transformation

I hope to find my own

 

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