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after you died, they forced you on me
in the form of a pinch of salt-white ash--
once a toe, an ear, a chunk of slimy intestine,
or a flaccid, caved-in heart
black and wrinkled like the crows feet tracking
little cracked riverbeds
for your long-dried tears
(they've all evaporated now. they're all salty bitterness dusted
with mineral powder and painted sweet rouge)
when the cold men left with their papery apologies i flung you away...
you returned, breeze-borne and stung my stone dry eyes
- Title: my grandfather's funeral
- Artist: sora wonk
- Description: oh you know. the one i didn't go to. the screwy one.
- Date: 03/07/2010
- Tags: grandfathers funeral
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- twilight_princess01 - 03/08/2010
- 0_0 to be honest this poem kind scares me lol but it's good smile
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