We die from within and just like our statues br We dedicate to our eternal memory, br So many trinkets sculpted br From concrete, brass, plaster and wood. br br We rot; inside, outwards br And so when Death br Is finally displayed on our faces, br Our friends br Are suddenly free to express with sheer amazement br br That they never really knew us br All that well… br br br br 2009 © T.S.