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
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