DEATH
saying hi
Ground control to Major Tom
something is very wrong
listen to the choir sing
swallowing the precious hymns
drunk on a priests vine
between sheets of glass
no mirror dare look back
 kissed
frozen in ice
 death has come and dressed my flesh
pale moons decorate the once red rivers
stolen precious nights
hide inside huge unlit caverns
beasts from imagination
prowl upright declaring me sane
Green lush cloaks
drift across this discovered throne
giant granite smiles
gleam on autumn faces
gravel crunching screams
punctuated with halted pain
dripping gifts wreathed in circles
flounder as nights mighty prince
brushes them aside
Such sighted blindness
written in carvings soul
death has kissed my story
freed the lightest soul
hands of cold
we now
greet
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what great poem