Oh, sweet bones, have you found a home?
You lay fermenting, your ground arresting my feet.
Oh, sweet bones, have you always been alone?
You lay forever, some growing deeper, deeper,
Some growing tall.
Your wives tried to fight, but their eyes could hold no light.
With my feet I drank the blood of those beneath me.
The yellow faded gray on her dress, a dress of decay.
She held her baby’s bones so sweet.
Oh, sweet tree, you look perfect to me.
Your branches tasting, carefully placing their skulls in the sky.
Oh, sweet wings spreading breathless things to blood-drinking flowers.
These are your final hours to kill.
Your wives tried to fight, but their eyes could hold no light.
With my feet I drank the blood of those beneath me.
The yellow faded gray on her dress, a dress of decay.
She held her baby’s bones so sweet.
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