Does she look dead?

Does she look dead to you?
Flopped down, dropping with a femininity,
that those alive lack.
So soft is she,
this one who looks dead.
She must be gone,
for she looks dead,
No one see a huff from her nose.
And there is a chill in the air.
Does this chill come from her?

Does she look dead to you?
Someone pulling strings,
Dragging feet,
around the world,
no strength to hold up her head.

For sure,
for sure,
she must be dead.