dig up my bones and
tell me they’re beautiful,
while you dust the dirt off
your tough-man hands
and tilt your eyes like skies
to the undone grave.
tell me they’re as
flowers, sprung silvery-petaled
from the earth, beautiful;
and i’ll tell you
you’re as the earth --
all.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
dig up my bones and
tell me they’re beautiful,
while you dust the dirt off
your tough-man hands
and tilt your eyes like skies
to the undone grave.
tell me they’re as
flowers, sprung silvery-petaled
from the earth, beautiful;
and i’ll tell you
you’re as the earth --
all.
(c) noa harriott
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