Alone - Poem by Esmond Jones
On the moon I dig holes with a pelvis,
throw in femurs and skulls and ribcages,
then read words from the Songs of Solomon.
During my search for the tranquil sea
my mount picks up a stone in a hind hoof.
I shift it loose with a bulldog’s tooth,
but he dies on me. Sun catches a blue Earth;
I’m stunned to death. Who’ll bury
-read over me?
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