Sunday, July 15, 2012

interment



lay me in a shallow swale
lay beside me, pure and pale
drape me with egyptian cloth
hold my face till it falls off
if my body sighs and drips,
and if your weight should dust my hips;
pestle me into the earth
bellow now, with weighty mirth.
should i grow again in spring,
my shallow swale will flowers bring.
and if my scent asphyxiates
let rabbits eat, thus conjugate
my sickly sweet, my acid sour
brings early end, head tuck and cower.
now dim fur sheds and flesh-flies eat
my shallow swale takes in this meat.
then carrion gives rest its ghost
and i maintain my earthly post.