Kit Kelen #872 - silence of the grave

872

silence of the grave

the truth

is a maze in the blood

consists entirely of what you were told

so is the river run through

let's play forget

apocalypse, messiah

you'll get the holy haunting yet

all you can believe

for the price

of what they're calling the soul

and later burn a heretic

so as to form the habit

the ancestors at large in me

just won't shut up

each of them is telling tales

my father's uncles

his father too

the ones who lost the family

lost the war

fell under another

then they go proverbial

o where is thy sting?

tomorrow they will say the sky

today has a date

they all do

but will an object keep to its meaning?

you think of it a bloodless thing

I followed a trail to here

devout of tribe

it's the many mansions of us

went out in just pyjamas

grandmother must be mother of God

if I never met her

that's how a family works

though this heaven has been figured

here are the bereaved

and here's the manner of forsaking

call names

they're all ghost vanishing

gone for the greater good

I live in a garden of this