Departure

He lies so very still upon
The white linen sheets.
The muscles and joints
Locked into a cast iron
Ridged bodily form.

Breath on hold and
Lips iced blue.
A peaceful look upon
His departed face
Sadden loss to all.

A golden wooden box,
In which last goodbyes were said,
Before their mourning
Wake for the departed's
​Departure.
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