Marilyn Mon-dead

By Johan Freeby

Coffin shut, faces of sorrow as lads leave with no happiness to borrow, no one left standing till the end of tomorrow. Yet immortalisation came in as a savior.

Dawn struck as everything did

The coffin now a frame for the corpse, it is smiling, rejoice! Tears raining down Sockets wet like the flesh painted on The one who did, joining the crowd.

Dawn struck as everything did

The folks came just as they went, sorrowing was the default for the artpiece None disputed its apathy towards them Dusk came unlike the emotions of the people.

Dawn struck as almost everything did

The children of the sorrowful came and went Reason for emotion left in the memories of old, as fossils and bones alike berried to be forgotten However, the artpiece still remains, may sorrow fill your soul.

It is getting dark.