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You were my babies, my daughters, my sisters, my mother.
An absence of water has left me with an absence of love.
My consoling father told me that there would be others,
But my heart quakes for what the earth conceals.
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I shall call you Briggs, for I know not your name,
Nor do I care to learn it. You and your partner
Are sent to interrogate a former murderer,
Whose face has grown dim by the flame.
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Tell me lover, how art thou today?
Nervous, excited, and new, you proclaim?
In dismay, I declare you look peculiar; different
Than normally portrayed.
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Freedom only leads to suffering and pain, for
Everyone only cares about what they shall gain.
As time passes, humanity becomes a stain on
Reality, committing heinous atrocities again and again.
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I have raised you up out of the dead ground
That is near my shed in the backyard
I replenished the ground with a handful of soil
I stole from the “Farmer’s Pound”
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The squirrel scampers among the soil and seeds
Trying to feed his family. Sizing up his task,
The rodent with the long lagging limb
Scans the ‘scape for discernable danger.
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Dog Day Harvest Moon
You were my babies, my daughters, my sisters, my mother.
An absence of water has left me with an absence of love.
My consoling father told me that there would be others,
But my heart quakes for what the earth conceals.
One somber night I could bear it no longer,
I marched behind the garage and cast my claws
Into the dry river of Hades, stronger, stronger!
After an eternity I had found the treasure of the Dead Sea,
And I carefully unwove your funeral dress and found
To my heart’s pure joy, a breath: the pearl of my life.
Love was once again in my being and soul,
Your wet breaths kissed away the darkness in my heart,
And though God’s promise of death is what you stole,
My senses were whole, and I knew we would never part.
All at once, the promise was retracted, and
I felt the cold breath of reality, which through me swept.
My senses fully restored from the nightly utopia,
I peered outside of my house’s aperture and wept.
Adjust, oh please; adjust the fifth of August,
When my tattered body and mind gave way
To life’s realities' deadly and violent gust.
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