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burials at sea |
two days after Halloween
they found you, drowned.
the blues didn’t consume you,
and there was no kelp;
your pockets were not laden with rocks.
instead,
your lungs curdled;
each cell filled slow.
you thought it was fine,
a cough,
life goes on.
you left no notes on how to proceed,
no perfect manuscript
detailing the intricacies of your acumen,
only an ad for an inflatable coffin
not for use in burials at sea.
copyright 2004
Gretchen
Keer |
