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Poem After My Dead Dog & Beehives
These are going to hurt a long while.
All this, those poisoned bodies:
a dog & tens of thousands of bees.
All those people too, already
shoveled or ashes,
those to be.
I want to believe
I’m not cut out for this
but humans were here
in those epochs and these,
trees & trees & they’re dead, too.
This man hates those,
these suffer, that dies
like everything.
Everything is blood,
even the flower, the atom,
the star-capped coffee-eyed lover,
the distribution of dictators
and new dresses.
I keep waking up
& yes, love is a balm.
It’s just murder
& dearth to be the one
to tell my son
how through some of this
we have to walk alone.
All this, those poisoned bodies:
a dog & tens of thousands of bees.
All those people too, already
shoveled or ashes,
those to be.
I want to believe
I’m not cut out for this
but humans were here
in those epochs and these,
trees & trees & they’re dead, too.
This man hates those,
these suffer, that dies
like everything.
Everything is blood,
even the flower, the atom,
the star-capped coffee-eyed lover,
the distribution of dictators
and new dresses.
I keep waking up
& yes, love is a balm.
It’s just murder
& dearth to be the one
to tell my son
how through some of this
we have to walk alone.
Posted 06/27/14
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