Death Notices
Obituarys are towards the terminal end
Of the daily broadsheet.
I read them to marvel at the trail
individuals have left to mark their
path through life, while
I have only left muddy footprints.
There is no glimmer in the
image of the deceased,
however notable their life.
This is how the press indicates
respect for, or fear of, death.
The eyes of the significant one
in the image are
dull and flat,
as if the sparkle of
their lives and achievements
has been scattered like
magic dust amongst those
of us left behind.
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