Poem -
wishbones
When I am dead
they will find bones
With holes in
no heartÂ
In the sack
Organs
That have melted
no wishboneÂ
In my back
A brainÂ
too short on electric
two eyesÂ
That could not see
A point
In all life's beauty
Which dies
With certainty.
M
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When you die, I will see youÂ
Every moment of your kind heart.Â
I'd say they would find a body of a great woman who loved hard, and was indeed left with a gaping hole in that heart. 🌹Â
If they’re not blind they’ll see the energy of great love
irradiating from those very bones. Â
BÂ
A powerful, dark, well-structured write. And I hope you're around for many more years. Take care.