wet and windy
a bit like my bottom:
brief illness
© Rachel Green December 2024
What shall be done when Death is approaching
but meet it with candlelight and with wine
All that we did is beyond reproachment
in the pursuit of profane and divine.
Greet her with cheer and the destruction of art
that failed to live up to its future;
leave nothing behind but a still-beating heart
and the needle performing the suture.
Fruit of the Mother, kept in the dark,
and saved for a special occasion
the end of a life and repayment of mark
that promised a soul for damnation.
© Rachel Green December 2024
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