Tag: death
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Hasty burial
Ground too hard or too proud to glaive He explained gravely, plus or minus some words the Lord forgave. The baleeny veins of his Bernini handback drained his flooded brow A mighty thirst was prompt obeyed, he knocked back his amount. He didn’t whorify his unglorifying ways on our account. The horror of his blotched,…
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Afternoon séance
Messages pleading from dead relatives Revealed in secret bleeding bone tongues A lexicon of scorched undersides Unguent for the pus swollen wounds of those left behind. A fire language, puzzling to living minds I strive for it, I will die for it. With hundreds of words for screaming But none for love or life or…
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Homemade luck
I’m that boy who, because he wore trousers that he had received That very evening On which he turned eighteen, which him as adult delineated, Could not board the lifeboats, Could but bawl as they noised away emptily, Full of women and children like the thoughts of soldiers. The clock ticks over, you can’t fix…
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Funeral winds
Harsh, sermon-shushing winds blew baleful regattas on His funeral day. With winsome Sherman demonspeed winnowed in off the coast, Like an invading host, to harry us and hoar his untarrying ghost, Before his in-chariot carrion could be carried to the flensing garret; That wind hit harder than a chartered stepdad after a few jars. Marshy…
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Cursed forest
Low slung and sullen Below a thick boughed tree Over which are slung the ropes of those Who’re bowing out, Who’ve given up. I go to the black water well, Dip the jewel encrusted cup and fill it well. Lift it to blueing lips The gift the final sup The head dips forward, sunken suddenly.…
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