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Elegies

The merriment you boast is a black act.
In truth, your yearning is for rectangles,
The white itchiness of their reprisals,
Hemmed by the prickliness of its abstract.
Meticulous, this twin you let me see
While beasts are caged under your devious airs.
This is your gift–a solitude that tears
And lies that leave the taste of earth in me.

Tools can dig bones but not contingencies.
Bereft, there is no justice to discern
Behind your happenstance anomalies.
The ground has claimed your mouth, you cannot speak;
Neither prayers nor flowers will return
You. They exalt the sorrow that you reek.

[2 September 2011]

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This poem is included in my poetry book “Chimera”. Click here to download for free.