Kathleen

The home of the forgotten
Is where she shall rest,
Along with the others
Better off dead.
She will not move,
She will not breathe;
It will be the peace of mind we all need.

The home of memory,
A subject which,
Is hard to say.
She will no longer be left to rot
But simply, sent away.
What a miracle!
What a life!
They will not even realise she’s someone’s wife.
Not in the home of the dead,
With nothing but darkness inside their heads.

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