her mistrust lies among the poisoned roses
scattered at her feet
the thorns bleeding with her blood under
the weight of her body
but she is most gentle in death,
and in giving it. and in giving it,
she flaunts her gentleness
by laughing in my face
my shame lies among the slain flowers
mourning by her grave
the mud seeping like blood into her body
beneath the ground i stand upon
i am most fragile in death,
and in seeing it. and in seeing it,
i fling my fraility to, and
by hearing the laughter of the wind
and everybody's guilt lies on my dirty palm
stained by her ashes
the impure earth crumbling and eating
at the heart of the world.
everybody is most scared in death,
and in asking for it. and in asking for it,
we only wish to stop hearing
that insane laughter of the wind
2002.nov.25
2 comments:
Eloquent and nice.
As always.
Alang kakupas kupas.
richard, as in grimrod richard? thanks :)
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