Being naked
shouldn’t always be quiet
Baring one’s soul sometimes requires
extreme measures; a hard on.
When you’re dead; you’re stark naked
and someone else has to dress you.
Getting you ready for the wake.
Now that’s silence; with a limp one.
2009 © TS
Ted Sheridan
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