Body’s words

Body holds death by filibustering words
Death be not proud or some such waffle
That claims  victory over earth and fire.

Sky is overpopulated on the dark nights.
All bodies die and the words die quickly
Looking kind of showy star dust flickers

Or lighted jacks of  bone’s phosphorus
One takes for lonesome night’s ghosts .
As the body dies , words die soon after.

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