{memento mori,
memento...
flight}
recollect
your thoughts,
after squeaks,
after squawks,
after,
songs;
songs that
they sing out of
feathers, borrowed from their
pass-ed lovers.
They're lawyers
litigating __________
prescribing
Lazarus-flesh
laser-vicious
acierate
'eat-the-newborn-resurrected dead,
eat!
you newborn-resurrected death! '
Their wings,
black but sweet, fright:
They're claws
blue at
me,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! You write in such a thrilling and seductive way. I love the imagery the first stanza creates. Well done! Effie