Very Last Rites Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Very Last Rites
ideas
only exist
traveling uninhibited
both hard, and cold of
language, spilling freely
for that one conjoining; but
never of body; simultaneous
ideal burning by my hands…
fervently broiling in-between
souls. That ‘we, ' within US
and from US; the sweat of
US, for your contentment and
so slowly now, but not now
‘we' of your ‘blood, ' ‘we' in
‘our' love, commit unto
the each of you, ‘our'
very last rites…
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