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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