THIS CENTURY, THE NEXT, THE LAST Poem by Sinéad Morrissey

THIS CENTURY, THE NEXT, THE LAST



My husband requests a sky burial
he wishes to be
as carrion sequestered by leopards
strung up in a desert tree

Back to the familiar corridor he
may choose any opening
but all the rooms contain me
dressed for a wedding

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Sinéad Morrissey

Sinéad Morrissey

Portadown, County Armagh
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