Songs From the Umbra

we found each other's bodies in a pile of bodies writhing and squirming for the light you were pulling petals off flowers I was teaching young children how to swear and in that moment of passion such beauty, such surprise that you would come over to my side, we appeared preserved as in a woodcut in Death's private study where his desk was carved with gargoyle heads and real heads all open-mouthed and stretched and I've never seen so many names on lists and even he couldn't stop all of the light coming through the blinds, although I knew it was you, and the saddest place to sit is on a kitchen floor not knowing what words to think