As Ghosts In Stone - Poem by Tsani Jones
What's left of my angel is down there
A holy sacrament for the worms
That arise to the surface, sanctified.
I was selfish.
I never wanted to see this day
Placing useless flowers,
Praying worthless prayers, my ritual.
The Queen ended her earthly reign.
She left her company...
Abandoned the Seraphic throne
And I stand above that.
Every kiss marked in memory
Her touches so ghostly,
Eyes of jewels in night so distant,
Hidden away in the rivers of my tears.
So feast, bastards!
Make yourself a little more holy,
A little more pure,
And take away what I lived so long for!
I still am fortunate.
I am the lucky one.
The best part of her
Shall always be mine.
Every morning she dissipates
Her perfume fills the little house
When I eat my own meals
In worshipful silence.
But she stays beside me.
If I am good,
When I first meet that ghost ride of slumber
She still kisses me
And tells me she loves me.
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