Thursday, March 31, 2016


You Have Been Drowned

The lamps that are its eyes illuminate
Your facial wounds and raiment gone to rot,
Its arms your secrets probe, despoil,
Its horny beak will taste your gelid flesh.
The ooze become your cold and lightless bed,
Your bones abyssal mud betimes will drape,
Your shade the currents carry where they will,
The waves and tides will treat you like the rest.

In time you'll rise and move, perhaps to shore,
An avatar that cats view with amaze,
You'll drift along the lanes that you once knew,
And walk the garden path you walked before,
Through windows once familiar you will gaze,
A breeze spring up, dispel this shade of you.

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