TashInTheClouds

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The dead whisper homilies,
falsities,
word upon word,

murmuring poets, standing
from bed head to death’s head,
night unto the light.

They press their fingers upon
and through me.

I was a child once,
then I heard her keening
and she was gone.

The dead whisper
to their own, in poetry…

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TashInTheClouds

TashInTheClouds

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