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Pallbearer For a Poet
we're honored
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse...
behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
from all the chaos the soul will ascend
beyond the cloud kissed steps
beautiful and delicate
dear friend
are all the answers .. now within your grasp
the breath of god-the heart of infinity
pulsating purity
from which all angels cascade
to glades of clover and mint
high in a hushed lavender mist...
no stresses of the flesh
nor erections of the mind
the black echo of doubt
cannot fiord that forever nest of time-
we're born foolish aren't we
and die with a few verses of veneer
panning for the shine of living
vomiting the remanence of life
like owl pellets
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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