self-portrait of the young artist, dead

they used
to photog
raph the dead like that sitting upright eyes closed tig
ht body plump still dressed for the occasion do you k
now it when you take               this photograph
that fire turns into a                    prophecy your life
into WAS and WOU                  LD have been
to something we can             not unsee your
presence tells a story that keeps us all awake at
night and during our days until the last impossibly
uncaring person is made to C