” The beauty of death”

On the ground in an alley
lies a body pale and void of life
eyes wide open in disbelief
stare up into the night but do not see.

shadows cast by moonlight, some like children
on a grassy field
dance and play all over the still form
while others like a lover
gently caress and embrace.
A sigh shatters the dome of silence.
as a long figure exists
one thought repeats over in her mind
The beauty of death-