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The Burial

Updated on November 21, 2012

We merge on the one root of cactus needles

and swerve past sixty.

Wind blows our hair

in the dusty darkness of starlight;


And across the median

the sentient beams of jaundiced eyes

glare in our direction,

whistling their humdrum tune of midnight

dressed in black bibs and tuxedo ties

on crepuscular quadrupled lanes.


I wonder who occupies the seats,

how many passengers,

where are they coming from, headed to like

left-over contrails of sea men.


Can they imagine you are my life-savior?

My partner, who holds me

against the maelstrom's seedy vortex?


Your head is cocked.

I follow your gaze to the scraper skylines

and high rises of shiny surface of guillotine.


I wonder how many married beezy men are

making love to their secretaries

floating from pollen to seed,

consuming them behind

glazed windows and locked doors,

spilling their life onto latex rubber

that laps surface oil.


Finally, in a dusty corner,

We get out.

I show you the place

where I buried my life

And cover your dead face with the same

rocky soil that sprouts cheap grass.

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      Devika Primić 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Beautiful photos and good poetry.

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      Kenneth Avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      It has been 23 months since I left you my comment?

      I agree with myself. YOU ARE a very-gifted writer. Just keep up the fine work.

      Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas.

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      Sandy Mertens 2 years ago from Frozen Tundra

      Very interesting poem. The photos go with it nicely.

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      Awesome poetry

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      Jason Marovich 4 years ago from United States

      I enjoy your haunting and unnerving style. The fact that you're willing to express yourself so honestly in your writing should make us all feel a lot safer! Well done.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      In a word, WOW! I loved and absorbed every word in every sentence. Voted up and all across. Well-written. This is the work of a truly God-gifted writer.

      Merry Christmas.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      I loved this hub. I loved the emotion that was poured into this poetry. Just saying 'well-written' doesn't do you or your poetry justice. I say this was wonderfully written! Well done!

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      Phoebe Pike 4 years ago

      This is a very moving piece. Truly remarkable.

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      You leave my paultry poetic escapades buried in the dust of your expression. I am grateful that Epi led me here or I would have missed the best. Thank you

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      ...wow as in hubwow - I can't believe no one else has left a comment here -we need to get you some believers (like me) so I will promote you at the Hubpage FB group by posting the link to your introduction homepage here and to say I don't normally read 'words' like these too often - I will always share this with another hubwriter who is so excellent with words herself.

      You have poetic panache running in your rich blood but it's how you put it all together to tell a story which is bloody amazing - sending you warm wishes and good energy after nightshift sleep and first cup of coffee at lake erie time canada 1:51pm