The Week of the Deed

She lay in darkness,
Heart slowed to a still,
Lungs once pistons,
Last breath to fill,

Mind once lucid,
Sharpness and clear,
Sliced into pieces,
By time's brutal spear.

Her old greying fingers,
Clutching my hand,
I shared the memories,
Now alien land

What do I witness,
Creation destroyed,
A hollowed out husk,
Once full of our joys

So goodbye sweet girl,
From times years ago,
My bruises won't fade,
Never to yellow

So Sunday's the day,
That we scatter your shell,
Spread on the beach,
That you once knew so well.

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