Tag: rites
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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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The King Must Have Intercourse With A Horse
Mass to grove gods given in the deep motte, ashes impressed onto the brow and chest in blessing Twisting trees like matted hair on a woodwose breast, the sacred whore undressing The crown-conferring horse is led into a storm of golden confetti Her setting mimics that of a horse inviting, a cover of shear netting…