sarcophagus


wire coffins
strung thru sadness
stretched thin
already gave in
to god
already caved in
to heaven

helpless but to kill off
all the hope that burgeoned

whispered with a lisp
cheeks kissed by
aching hush
why, in wonder
why is this meant to be
the way it never was before

succumbed to the holy spirit
stretched across a great plank
like wire
in prayer
kneeling to a sacred martyr
a ghost sepulcher of the soul

but nothing else can be said
to save this moment
as perfect as it seems
its transience flaws the dream
that we could last forever




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