Sunday, May 17, 2015

Blessing Valentine

With rose and frankincense ashes
I sweeten the compost pile
I send my dead thoughts
into the dry leaves and dung
and tell them to flourish there
to take what nourishment they can
from all that’s left over and rots
digest it into useful chaos
the residue of prayers
not yet pure enough
here on earth only
is it possible to waste
in the after birth 
death has no place

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