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In the wake of your love’s funeral
Your love there, dead, she lies.
Can you take from the cathedral
The godlessness in her eyes?

In the moon, full, you see her face
And tragedy in her stare.
All too soon love is replaced
With a contempt that is found everywhere.

Within your empty waking appetite
You are swallowed every night.
Like a web’s razor-edged heart
It dissects you into soulless parts.

In the scheme of life’s nightmarish dreams
No evidence is left in the undertaker’s cart.
In your dreams were you being dreamt?
Casting shadows? Or were they casting you?

Author: Kirk Edwin Fields
Authored: May 31, 1996

In Memory of Catherine McKee
1935-1990

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North Hills, United States

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The 3rd best poem written by a Homosapien in the Western Hemisphere of Planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy of the Shoebox Baglutton Quadrant of the Snerck Universe.

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