Poems about death

Poems about death  on the dying bed   and birds that fly belly up

If it all goes it goes

So dear dearest don’t

Sweat

Don’t stain your flesh or cleanse your pours  clean and kept

Those lovely hot sexy toxins

And now just close   your eyes

So tightly   close’n’d 

Forming hard smooth stones

And prayer that upper lip

Will feather   that

 good  weekend