The Final Scene
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For younger ones warm death feels picturesque.
Young men imagine Romeo inside
Their ribs. For young ones death is not grotesque
But more romantic. They conceive the slide
Of dagger point in Juliet’s grave breast
As sweet, as if perfume were entering
Her ventricles. They think that they can wrest
Tranquillity, that fragrance centering
On dreams, within themselves. A suicide
Is idyll wrapped inside romance. Death moans
A serenade that resonates inside
Their fantasies. It uses spirit tones.
.. And then their father or their mother goes
….In, finds them on the bed, and, frozen, knows.
