A Song for the Dead and Ugly

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This

this is a song

this

this is a song

for the dead

…and ugly too

Broken flowers

tamped to floor

crushing blows expanding more

amongst the weeds growing high

crushing blows expansive sighs

It’s a wicked sound

the wickedest of all

where symbols sob

and lyrics fall

but the pain

it never lies….

no, the pain…

IT NEVER DIES

Cursory is all that’s left

broken, bruised

heart from flesh

layered deep’s this brutal theft

discarded, used

entombing mesh

a crevasse wide forms the cleft

Disheveled

stricken

blackened

ruined

corroded, tainting

you, you

Bludgeoned

sickened

castrated

crude

immolated, sating

you, you

Dancing on this living tomb

you,

stomping steps

and scuffing heels

you,

dancing, singing

this cruelest fugue

dancing, belting

those songs

I wrote for you

This

this is

and never was

this

this is

a song of love

this

this is a song

for the dead

…and ugly too