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stale cigarettes

A Poem by kamiya

*earthworms have five hearts*

red kettle on stove 
silver water bubbling 
like the metallic blood beneath lucifers world

he stood tall and long 
like a tree of red pine 
burning your skin with molten black coals

 buries you ten feet deep in soil 
aged whiskey and stale cigarette breath
whirling you in black ashtray
and when you dare speak!

he takes you by the bud
 lights you out like stars
eating the manilla bones out flesh
 toes sticking out as evergreens

and i
 the archaeologist shoveled your bones out the graveyard
stored in old wine bottles 
and black crows' beaks

 gluing your molded bones
 with eight jars of clover honey
eating the maggots and moss off flamed flesh
yanking the stapples out your ribs

and you crawl back to his garden
like earthworms in compost 
headless rotting in sunlight 
him cutting your flesh--- the main course
burying guts in his garden 

gleaming into a tree of fig and peach
eating every morsel of your fuzzy skin 
sucked dry to brown pit 
body pale on pebbled pavement
but you still crawl 
 you my darling are one of his little earthworms
with five hearts he took two!

lifeless as white winter 
helpless like wounded deer
and he smiles a chilling grin
that entangles the spines of every black oak

© 2022 kamiya

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Added on June 18, 2022
Last Updated on June 18, 2022
Tags: poetry, nature, family



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