Let the Dead Bury the Dead

All those hidden graveyards
just beneath the flesh
where the mesh of being
cavitates, creates
holes in the psyche.

Those much visited memories
where no flowers are laid
but a much-tilled earth
covered and uncovered
with newly exhumed regrets.

Bulldoze them in
and they spring up again.
Better to leave,
to face any other way
finding the shortest path
out of yourself.

Better to abandon the dead,
to leave them to wander
as wraths into a past
that no longer exists,
and so
cannot now be unearthed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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