Poems from QUALITY OF COMPASSION cont. (1989)

She is dead

Now I have her

It is my obsession

To listen to those sighs

Over and over

To read that suicide note

A million times

Delicate hand writing

Words from the femme fetale

Death speaking

Pleading

It was not love that killed her

It was a speeding police car

A dark London highway

The body of a girl

A shell, so intensly beautiful

A dream so very dead

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