The joy of the body

I can hear your heart
slowing down, crosses
in a shallow gully.
As we slowly approach
the black fence,
I refuse to think about
this conclusion.
The final hours tick by,
but I can still hear
the Spanish crickets sing.
Small creatures they are.
How easily they
accept everything.

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