Marcel Marceau died last night
he was pretend fishing
when he felt a bite
then he struggled
against the wind
like being
pulled by a kite
then his fingers
traced his heart
as he wriggled his mouth
like he wanted to say something
but nothing could come out
so, he spoke no final words
his own lips, too long locked
he just laid still with his palms up
like a man in a box.
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