Before The Funeral Poem by Steven Federle

Before The Funeral



Mountains
surround me.

Black ridges
scrape the sky.

Raw lacerations.

Gone are the songs of
hopeful winter birds,

gone to the mountains
of the sun.

In the valley of the moon,
bitter desolation.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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