Danse Macabre
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1 min readApr 19, 2017
For my mother whose Alzheimer’s I lived.
a strange red house
two minds dying
age and disease/
grief and despair
two minds crumbling
a strange red house/
formerly a home
a slow falling away
faint footsteps
on narrow stairs
the patter of death
on uncertain steps
leading inexorably
to oblivion
a strange red house
occupied, but empty
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