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Alas In Underland.

Updated on December 31, 2009


Alas In Underland.


I remember

shrinking down

into a tiny knot,
tied to the edge

of her closed grave,
wishing that I was

an ant so that I
could just snuggle

close to her once more.

Alas my flesh

was still gigantic,
shadowing the minuscule

huddle of my soul
in the shadow of her death.

The world around me

was a gray blur,
with the stench

of fading roses
and the parade

of long black limos
on curved ebony asphalt,

becoming specks

in the distance.

I could not leave

her all alone
in this cold drab

real estate
for what is no longer

in the state of  real
so I squatted over

the spot just above
her now stilled arms
and watered that

mound of dirt with tears.

Dusk slipped

quietly in to tap me
on the shoulder

and bid me return
to the land of the living
so that the dead

could commiserate
with their latest guest
between the canyons

of granite that stood
marking their exit.





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      pbwriterchick 8 years ago

      Very descriptive... and packed full of feeling.. superior work here... love it :)