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Unplug the portal

blackened regression

can’t go back

nocturnal chains indulgent of freedoms

pick the corpse

which ones are smiling

with eyes open

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singe its nest, let them go

blackbirds of nether world

steal away

nothing left to breed here

the stay of execution

is for morning

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come the vultures,

hydraulic fumes

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save me

one last time

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save the lowering

for another day

until the pensioners have a day’s wage

in full

after decades

of earth’s perfume

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nauseation

can’t go back

which of the dead was real

grey pall over the hushed

dirt smudge over respite

no, kill me another day

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psalms for words

two thousand year old cross of another

read me sinuous chapters, pretty like

virtues – mother, father, sister, brother

without dissection

cast me aside another hour

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what use is mourning

what use is dried balm

what use is dying

a death already known

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today

just for today

they have, all

eyes closed

no worms

no earth

no sear of pain

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© Tammy Mezera 2016

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