Sepulchral Bodies…

Forget I once recited your name
frayed blossom spent.
Seven thorns from seven wounds
loving you.
Ships that birth
supply the bodies hunger.
Flat heads pose afternoon consolation.
Sepulchral bodies
rhythmic dancing
rupturing vessels.
Pungent flesh of servitude.
The garden – my garden
barren, a desert cactus prickly
gouge the flesh –
Bare rock faced
Migratory birds
soar their temperate destinations.
Residence – they decline
to trapped by hallucinations
of false  liberty…

Poppy August 2012

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