Black Antlers
Take her on a vol —
Demure archempress
My antler queen, blood
in the dirt, declare death
sentences, dance around
the fire with wolves, friends
and victims of the wilderness
[I lost my feelings in a pile of
clothes, I pick my emotions from
a closet, I spoiled my heart rotten,
Holy — I want the demons on my
side, over my dead body — Spirit
on my side, over my dead body]
Will I see Heaven’s gardens?
Just put carnations and
chrysanthemums around me,
Let me float in Sicilian waters
by the palazzo’s olive groves
when sangue leaves are falling
on the gods that decide to call me
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