THEY LEFT ME WITHOUT A BODY TO BURY

MIKE SHIER

 
 

they left me without a body to bury

you. where i would have delighted

in ripping the leaves

            of grass from loam

in manipulating nails

kinks of skin

cracking the pinky

flesh the callous bone

dry bone beneath

 
pulled open earthen wound pulled hungry

eager to taste your flesh your meat

with mangrove straws

 
rather, the others

in corpus for luring

rake your rot and

entomb you flowering

 

 
 

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