The Cleanest Man....

he is clean
he prides about the beard
that he has
just shaven

he is clean
there is no hair left on his head
no hair between his thighs
and legs

he is clean
his chest is bare now
his heart slowly
beating

he is clean as he
is empty
like a room without
furniture and
drapes

he is clean and without
sin
he who has not done
anything
and can do not wrong again...

he is clean now
for he is dead....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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