Tag: death
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Three Graves
Dig a grave both deep and wide Spade-cleave the wintered bog, Inter his swaddled form inside Breathe again as fog. Dig another grave this time Less wide but equal deep; Melt Her quick with garnish of lyme, Rent the spent sun seeps. Dig one last grave, you man By the measures of your eye; A…
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Instructions For A Wake
Venerate my demise Venerate me at my demise Whether I was a miser hard on dimes A master charmer fixed on dames A mixer and hod carrier fixing Dame Street Bury me like I was a king Abounding fires let girdle the spot Vile earth in paces measured Payments eclipse my sightless eyes boatman’s tithe…
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Divine Dawn Vimy Ridge
Marching with the rank and file Third trench Christmas, it’s all lasting a while. Curios whittled on frontlines and letters from home on a table in a pile Songs with similar airs performed in curious varied style Sitting on hard benches, itchy bunioned with asses piled Slapped knees and all at ease, dancing between the…
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Weeping at the Cenotaph, bitter as the cud
Looking out from the highest window Gaunt regiment of flayed trees girdling her lonely tower Purging stones, sins that cure, lonely dismal sinecure Sign it all away Walls her grandfather raised marked the barony Jericho’s opposite, high walls and many years since sounding trumpets Amidst the crowd yet apart from the whole, she haunts the…
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.