Dead men are heavier than broken hearts,
But weigh less than a mother and child to start,
It’s the finality and futility,
If you’ve never buried any you’re a special kind of free,
She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight,
Holy shock and awe, electric delight
He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food,
If you wanted to chase a coffin, our Princess is in another castle, game over dude
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 