Monthly Archives: June 2016

Dirge.

Do you feel
the dirge of two cleaved hearts?
Do you feel it wrapping you
in a way that you are too human
to comprehend?

What do you feel, my son?
What do you feel, my daughter?
What do you feel, mother?
Love, what do you feel?

The trumpets, the trumpets
protect your eardrums, protect your eardrums
my vulnicura, my vulnicura.

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Untitled #5

Have you ever felt deep melancholy
lingering at your larynx
waiting for its chance to rise up?
I have.
I take it all in, I keep it all in.
I do not want to know
what will happen when it swarms
my lips, my tongue.
I am afraid.
I clench my fists and wait.
I wait.