Someone Come Bury Me

April 7, 2020

Someone come bury me
Don’t wait for me to die
When poets are being buried,
what of my death

See my cut heart
Feel its split aches
Hear its wild echoes

There, see it pushing its way
Up through my throat, my eyes
And fly away into red skies.

Featured image: Fall of the Damned, by Hieronymus Bosch

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