I
A man is dead
He once walked on the earth
But tonight he sleeps beneath it
A man is dead
Turn you gaze to the funeral
Proceeding down center street
A man is dead
I don’t recognize him
But he could be someone’s son
A man is dead
His last name looks
Like the one that follows my first
A man is dead
My family leaves tears on handkerchiefs
Like Hansel’s breadcrumbs
A man is dead
He’s not coming back
But I don’t know how to feel sad
A man is dead
And I don’t know him
II
The tombstone
Centered
Our names, one gun
Shot
To represent his help
In our county’s
Wars
A flag draped over a
Face
We couldn’t see
III
When his cologne stops smelling
Like him
And starts smelling like the box of clothes stuffed
With memories
My five year old heart was never capable of holding onto
IV
Father:
– a synonym to something I wanted but never had
Lucifer’s Halo 
“a synonym to something i never had” this was beautifully written, like the whole thing
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Thank you!
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Cleaver plot that fed into perception and feelings. May or may not have read it two more times because I adored the structure and everything tbh. *snaps*
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That means so much to me! Thank you💙
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I adore the formatting and the way you put such a deep story into a short poem 👨🍳👌
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Wonderful writing technique, I love the broken up lines. Makes me think of something along the lines of a broken tone with a broken heart
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I love your comments! Good eye! Enjambment (the breaks) are my life 💙
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Wonderful writing technique. The broken up lines make me think of a way to express one’s broken tone—or even heart.
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