So Sad Things Die
I was suckling on your teat 7
Well after I knew it wasn’t needed 10
You kissed me deeply and my lips parted 10
My mother Prithu, Io, Hessat, 9
Rows of Narcissus, peat bogs, charcoal 9
Shifted onto the hip of reasons 9
The world stood contra-post over the Valley 12
A vanitas hung on the mantle 11
Fecund Lilac, naked on the farm 9
Sexed like a chick in the hutch 7
You laughed wandering off into the woods 10
(Ill never forget)…….. "so sad things die" 9
Your hippy mind is hard to follow 9
Sent to the fen with a bucket and a shovel 12
A soft sickled harvest to bury 9
Devour dirt fill up the refrigerator! 12
Sweet sweetbreads and delicate livers, 9
Tender eviscerated bodies 9
Interred by the malady of mothers milk 11
Into graves unmarked by stones and bouquets 10
Bellicose autumn crocus emerge 9
and settle for short shadows (……I do.) 9
As they wed the lacy sheets of snow 9
And birth a child in a quagmire 9
Its cold, pull back the covers. 7
you are my son, come rest on my skin 9
Ixchel, my mother, I shed tears 8
I lay howling under your commands 9
We’re back-to-the-land in Chimacum 9
Thick coat coyote out near the culvert 10
Kirk, grab your gun in case we need to shoot her 11
Placenta on the ground, in the sky a vulture. 12
The ditch was brown and hard to swallow. 9
The hairs stood up, my skin would prickle 9
A sick spirit lingered over the still-born calf 12
The Mother lowing in the barn in the end. 11
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