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voodoo
Poems
Mar 2019
grenadine
you drink from your tall glasses, a toast to lives you barely touched.
we do not care for the river of words that rush from your mouth.
we have no use for eulogies underground.
only what you sow you can reap, your nothingness begets nothingness.
we who lay among the roots
do not see the cyanotype sky behind your rouged liquors.
we look below for asphodels to sate a hunger that has no pulse or palate.
Lethe consumes our memories from seeping water.
we talk to shadows without light. we do not bear the stains of summer.
there is no loss when there's nothing to keep.
we who lay among roots
know who we are when separated from you.
your draughts of grenadine are no more than a euphemism
for how we breathe the crimson seeds that keep us under.
#death
#hades
#greekmythology
#dying
#poetry
#poem
#funeral
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