........Incense Of Suicide...To Alvin Poem by elysabeth faslund
........Incense Of Suicide...To Alvin
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Suicide: Incense
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Some women get roses.
Some get perfume.
Why did you send me
Lotuses and incense...
Then turn your back,
Steps clopping echoes
Like a plodding
Draught animal...
It's harness too tight,
It's lips dripping blood
From the bit it
Accepted...
Then fought.
Who was your cruel owner...
Why was I never
Introduced?
One long-stemmed rose
To lay for you...
One final look...
Forever.
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4/25/2024 3:48:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully articulate without a hint of self-consciousness. You bring your Alvin to life without wasting a word. A neatly pruned poem. Good to read you again, friend. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥