The Ladies.
From The Ladies by Sara Vaughan:
Death is invisible. Now you see them, now you don't. Out of sight, out of mind. Disappeared. Spirited away. Up in a puff of smoke. Poof. But this isn't how it happens. This is always just one part of the lie. We tell it over and over. We reassure, we wail, and then we leave too.
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We weep for you and you are gone we weep in the trees in the meadow in the leaves in the carpark in the skyway in the architecture in the street. We are standing in the street just standing there we are there win tens treat and we can't stop crying.
The struggle of dying becomes the struggle of getting home.
Today we begin the beginning of everything and it will all be over soon enough.















