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Hambre del Alma You sparked one up in an empty
bathroom before your father's funeral
Corpses always unnerved you dear, we all know
But you are predisposed to this death thing,
so we assumed you'd be alright
Haven't you seen them die right in front of you?
The one eye glaze,
always searching the room to find your ancient face
I'd call it a gift, when you know that it's going to happen
and you do know, dont you
You knew it twelve years ago,
when the cancer started and
the nights spoke to you during your quaking sleep
It is such a strange thing to exist, then suddenly not
To close your eyes, and they never open,
never again
nope, those blue eyes will never open ever again
No, not in this mirror, you say
Because it has snapped.
Go ahead,
compose yourself.
And down the aisle the suits are coming
and the black shoes the women wear
It smells like weeping
seeping
crotch rot body odor in here
there are pine needles crawling out of the casket
and you're the only one who sees it, dear
but you ought to know better
you of all people, ought to know
that no one ever dies on a good day
I have been around the dead
I have been around the dead and dying (family members, working in a nursing home as a teenager) and I have worked with human remains in a biology laboratory. This description of a funeral is a description of a funeral. This description of remains is a description of remains.
"And down the aisle the suits are coming
and the black shoes the women wear
It smells like weeping
seeping
crotch rot body odor in here"
--> the most original lines I have read in weeks
Thanks Nivia, Im delighted
Thanks Nivia, Im delighted that you appreciated the gravity of that poem. Means a lot to me.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.