Monday, 9 December 2024

9th December 2024

 



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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