Daughter of Loneliness
Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from church ladies
magnificent in their clucking bow
processing the dirt at your feet
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town
Oh! daughter of the earth
collector of dandelions
rush of cicada wings
trembling, quickening
at your approach
my proud back collapses
a new S shape coils
vertabraeic tribute then
I will paw at the dirt
your proud mother
our shared ancestor then
keeper of the dead
drifts through my fingers
the tribute of the soil
Nothing here to keep
the servants are onto something
that shiny image you have of me
a flaking wedge of cake
in your mind, now grown stale
nibbled at slowly by the scuffling teeth
of doubt, of fear, of the nakedness of faith
a spectral rodent drifts in and out
he is made of uselessness and has no point
and scurries about on errands
please, swallow whole that cake
release that sobbing doppelganger
from that mindful prison of time
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town
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