Burned, hit from behind
Mouth wide, head split, brains oozing
Another sad scene

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, death is part of the job.
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Burned, hit from behind
Mouth wide, head split, brains oozing
Another sad scene
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, death is part of the job.
With one last breath, the body exhaled, deflating into death, its soul rising or falling with it, depending on a life lived. “A voyage we will all take one day,” said the priest.
The sun warms my skin
White sands cradle the body
Peace finds me at last
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a terminally ill woman dies at the beach.