I left part of you
under and within mulch
of the rhododendrons
by sacristy's window
As close as I could bring you
to saintly relics
without endangerment
of my own immolation
That way
when church bells chime
communicant I might be
with you
Garrulous tolls
ringing from a high
reminding me
your hallowed selflessness
As clangs resound,
reechoing's reaching,
your preaching, there
to your choir
And here I dance
above other scatterings
of you, your deranged
selfish parts
Dichotomous bones
cremated and created
because I never believed
in your martyrdom
Too self-righteous
to resurrect
Let your clattering flatter
Let my feet stomp
Your suicide changed me
Enflamed me
And you and I
are not saints
Though you are now
somewhat
closer
to them
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
I left part of you
under and within mulch
of the rhododendrons
by sacristy's window
As close as I could bring you
to saintly relics
without endangerment
of my own immolation
That way
when church bells chime
communicant I might be
with you
Garrulous tolls
ringing from a high
reminding me
your hallowed selflessness
As clangs resound,
reechoing's reaching,
your preaching, there
to your choir
And here I dance
above other scatterings
of you, your deranged
selfish parts
Dichotomous bones
cremated and created
because I never believed
in your martyrdom
Too self-righteous
to resurrect
Let your clattering flatter
Let my feet stomp
Your suicide changed me
Enflamed me
And you and I
are not saints
Though you are now
somewhat
closer
to them
For Nelson, and myself.
