Mortal Tablet

Grinning, the matron looks at me
through eyes closed.

Spotted hands cross her naked chest, their wrinkles
the only companions for her dried up breasts.

Pain. Sorrow. Joy. Written in Sanscrit
among the folds of this fleshy tablet.

But no cypher unlocks her story, now lost. The release
is signed, the orderly closes the final door.

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