The Last Rites Poem by Pierre Rausch

And a phoenix ascends out of glimmers
To look her in those eyes
Settle and a green lark in an hearse
Register amendment to grade
Our attempt

She'd catch fire again
Banished, she trades wool, burn what got banished
Long-casting
To spin wool again

Give me the story of a perfume girl
It's treated
Wait for this with a lone girl
It isn't treated
|: The last salvation to connect
The last rites - the same old story
“Attention please”
“No Attention please”: |

At the circuit commonplace circus
She makes it up
“Shambled, transpired”
It's a loyal circuit – simply agreed
Believe wisdom and bound
Knitted thatch, when she thaws and shudders

Cane explicit expires
To cash in
In that shame of a sheet
Blown in a hazard of gaze

She looked in those hands
My pores prospered to eve
And the story says it grooves
To whisper; young, naive
It groans and moans

Dorian filthy paragraph
To scheme will see
You regret that day
Who'd come to see

Bring me the story of a lone girl”
Couldn't it be stronger
You give me the story of a lonesome girl
It couldn't be stronger
You give me the story of a lonesome girl
It couldn't be stronger
You give me the story of a lonesome girl
It could be stronger