Death Part Un
An icy whisper in the midnight hour
Where all lights go out in silence
Tells me, hells me, stories of some black desire
Haunting always taunting in my defiance
A widowed thought straveling upon the grave
Keeping hungry the muted maggots in their sleep
Some sweet place, homely and baroque
With dirt and weed
And the decomposed with all their shrivels
An empty voice hails from entombed abstinence
Of life and breath
Licking wounds so gently, the salt
Reviving every cell in buried scars
Should I listen?
Surrender my will to slithering lips?
Reaching out to chasms in my
Molding entrails that lay strewn about
A frigid touch in the dark
Caressing the long, thin, dead
Strands of hair
Reaching out from me in my slumber
Is this so tormenting?
Am I so grounded? ; unbound
To take another sight of hell and heaven
Binding earth and womb once more,
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