poetry – CASSE-COUILLES

FUNERAL SONG

Conquered, reaped, made barren.

We will all join into the stew of life.

i was tired of fighting

LO! WAS THE GALA NIGHT

i salivate, a dog waiting for rage to ring again.

we were happiest dying.

i did not expect to meet you like this, sweat rolls down my neck.

I PUNCTUATE THE NIGHT LIKE A SNUFFED CANDLE

our promises kept us warm and our hands knit together.

you dream and you dream larger than me, so large, it steals the oxygen. i might have wilted.