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Funeral Credits
Muddy boots bumped into a clean floor.
Dead bodies and a sign — dare to dance.
There won’t be another go.
Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.
And poems turned shattered glasses on street names no one could pronounce; how do I get to the cemetery?
A very enthusiastic youngster asked the sky.
For a justification to live. more than permitted by societal ground rules.
Tragedy flavor ice cream, you heard what I said — I am not afraid to lick the truth.
That I am scared to live.
Mentioned someone without any wings to fly.
But a dull lover to kiss goodnight.
And sleep tightly and safely.
What a treasure!
Drowning is not allowed, even if it’s sinking.
And the end of winter brown and orange and yellow leaves, found their way through an unplanned gust of wind.
And decorated some empty moments to kiss a chance instead of crying and fighting the nautral air, that never bothered counting how many dead.
Making space for courage to lick my inner organs.
As a young wolf making its way through a harsh winter, we will make it.
Scavenging for clues of…
