THE DEAD GIRL

You lie right there,
So calm, so quiet.
Your heart has stopped;
There is no riot.

Your hands, so small,
Your face, so white.
There's no more gasping
In the dark of the night.

Your earrings on,
(They always stayed).
Whenever you laughed,
They always swayed.

Your hair, so limp,
No longer flowing.
You never cut it,
T'was always growing.

Your feet are still,
They move no more.
Your cries have died;
They're no longer sore.

You're far away,
The war has ceased.
And in God's arms,
You rest in peace.

- 2000 -

(End of poem)