I couldn’t smell death in your room
but I could taste the air
my parched mouth
telling lies to yellow skin.
Your eyes licked with morphine
“I’ve a one-way ticket,” you murmured
“Out of this world”
and you closed your eyes and sobbed.
For sunshine and wind
For last breathes
For little boys without fathers.
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