The Dying

May 20, 2019

Oily water, rusty cages,
a paw through the bars.
Dead man found trapped in a
dead circus.

Yellowed teeth, black keys
of an orphaned gila monster.
Last notes of Tosca’s wails smothered
by the fifth horseman
of the apocalypse.

Unseen killer in the aisle of the train;
Hot breath, stale whiskey.
Urine in his clothes, rot in his skin.
Open graves, raw meat.
Like Death come to life.

The love of my life.

I am shaking, lonely,
too far from the catacombs, and this death
is a blanket on my shoulders

As I pour black and blood into my
1935 Underwood Standard.


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