The instant the song has been sung
and the prayer has been preached,
in memory of your most melancholic moments,
the sun screams with intense bliss
on this day when the clearest of all blood
is shed on the heels of your beloved.
The morning star casts everyone immense shadows
and a little later, when they leave,
you barefacedly dig for the bones
and brings them to your unknown haunted home.
You can no longer bear the burden
so you keep it hidden behind your shadow’s back
which is lengthening, forever looming
as the commencement of the burial
truly (finally, you said) concludes
by the time the sun sets with your secrets.
This was written between 5:30 and 6:00 p.m., Sunday after going to church, for the purpose of giving this as a present. Eventually, the result was much more of a disappointing ode for the bereaved than a gift for the blessed. I changed my mind.
and the prayer has been preached,
in memory of your most melancholic moments,
the sun screams with intense bliss
on this day when the clearest of all blood
is shed on the heels of your beloved.
The morning star casts everyone immense shadows
and a little later, when they leave,
you barefacedly dig for the bones
and brings them to your unknown haunted home.
You can no longer bear the burden
so you keep it hidden behind your shadow’s back
which is lengthening, forever looming
as the commencement of the burial
truly (finally, you said) concludes
by the time the sun sets with your secrets.
This was written between 5:30 and 6:00 p.m., Sunday after going to church, for the purpose of giving this as a present. Eventually, the result was much more of a disappointing ode for the bereaved than a gift for the blessed. I changed my mind.
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