Spring Equinox

the desecrated sleeps

wrapped in black clouds

he is a skeleton 

ashes filling the space 

where lungs ought to be 

breathing in life

but now that is my duty 

flowers are tingling 

blooming in my abdomen 

I am bearing all the things 

that must be done 

and for once I am trusting 

in the one above 

it will all be worth it 

pain will be a lie 

just some cruel practical joke 

and I will guard 

for the skeletons no more