Kit Kelen #1453 - don't touch my death

1453

don’t touch my death

it is a beautiful thing

been working on this

all my days

sun sunk in grass gone

bung clouds

and nothing

in the grey again

news passes over me

kind of a telling too

and in which I’m caught up

must bide till there’s no time

Monday

so Sundayish

fires go out

the drought with our name on it

fine mist

all full to be

after the party

still waiting for them all to arrive

lie down with the fact

and wrestle again

wake up before

we remember

please don’t touch my death

not yet

it’s really a beautiful thing