Lost Soul
You died violently in the streets of the City,
You were driving in your car and got hijacked.
Your assailants wasted you with a bullet through the temple.
Your mortal soul left your body in a flash!
As you lay on the ground,
People flocked all around.
Out of curiosity and despair,
Lifeless you lay there!
Then came the cops to do their thing;
Photographers and a mortuary van they bring.
Because you are dead they stand aside,
For in a mortuary van you'll ride!
To the morgue you go,
For a Post Mortem to show;
Which bullet caused the fatal blow.
For only the trained pathologist will know!
Copyright ©2000 William Ernest Cox
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