Tag: burial
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Scooping out my royal guts
Downward the doctor’s hand Lancet’s direction A widening striation My eyes held wide, whiteredded Weeping in confination Buttons of my body opened Blood oceans out Breached peach of cut flesh Whales of my selves beaching Cells each whole and part Great things happened here once. Threaded back together empty Readied for cerecloth I begged them…
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When I die
What is seeded accedes to another Interned unseen beneath a cedar Like a seed in cerecloth Take me far from evil and bury me I have in the loam grim merriment Let burrowing worms enter me in the great below Making citadels of useless bone, I am a thing stown Pick a place without stone…
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Hollow Now
You, finest mummer, around whom the glum blubbered with laughter Ready applause at your coming and silence reigning after When you died, that part of me for you alone died too Bikes like ready horses ahead a sluggish hearse, mired by grief Chief among us, bright-headed kindest, admired by all. In the pub an altar…
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Disinter
Long languid air atrophied the tomb of Aten Traps, tribulations to thwart thievery Boulders which fall and what’s struck flattens Stairs giving to slides, circling to pits of spikes Vipers in corners, genetically antient, striking out Fanglike pillars flanking doorway which only one true sees Inside your vast golden sarcophagus, the patience of trees On…
Alchemisland 