Death Is A Whistle in the Wind

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Ace Smith, Editor

I heard his whistle outside my bedroom window
As I laid down in my coffin covered in wool
The tune echoed it’s melancholy melody
And then the room went still

I closed my eyes for a final time
My breathe carried away by the tune
And then I’ll be still
I was very still