Tuxedo



A body wears death
like a new suit
unfamiliar, somewhat insane
the new look
a poor facsade
for what should be
a breathing organ.
Everyone comments
how good they look -
how becoming in that
clean, new, crisp suit,
ignoring the price tags
that cry out
"This is not me!"
And you ignore that the laugh
is missing from the air
looking only
at the new suit
just a body -
only a shell left of what
you truly knew.


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