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partial birth aubade
tired after tearing you
from the lamppost
packed full and swelling
to turn dark and limp by the time
I put my rake away
trying to get away without recycling
I didn’t bury you
left you overnight on the rough brick path
hidden from the incubators on wheels
rushing through the twilit streets
of earth’s sweet pomander
next day at dawn
from that bruised green
one perfect white blossom
I watched
until the sun
terminated what I had begun
they’ve invented flowers without blossoms
for the partial-birth necropolis
but I haven’t been there yet
they say it’s a scarey place for gardeners
liturgy of the grey horse
they said
when I was flayed
a coat of dog’s tongues would be a comfort
thus my next rendez-vous
would be with sound castrated
cast off haggard palomino pallid rider
they said
whenever I took a journey
I should find a place
where I could die then only prowl
so knowing there are those
who visit the dead
and those whom the dead greet
they said
when you pay to see my gimcrack bones
to look for the prize in the cracker jack
but don’t regret
instructions that forbid
taking the heart’s pearl
or I would wander lost
and the pregnant flaps might never meet again
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two poems
tree riesener |
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