Poem: Two Deaths and a Funeral

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Yellow tape, crissing, crossing,
A pool of red that lay causing
Nausea; a stench of death in the air.
Under a deep blue sky, yellow Magnesium flashes,
Wounds purpling to a succumbed death,
Sickening sights stealing away the breath.
With eyes unable to see, ears hear,
Sirens and those green flashing lights:
It made no difference. Orange dawns came,
By nightfall the moon reddening with shame.
The funeral is over, eternal rest achieved,
But the mystery yet stays its blame,
Of why for two deaths there was a funeral in one name.

Written: 2008

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