by Sarah-Jayne Kipling
He walks in to holy organ riotSerpent swayUnlined mouthAgitationThat cracks the clayWhere the chieftain lies"Teach me how to raise the dead," I sayHis arms open into a porch
He pulls me backCawingNo fleeting mayfly backwards glanceA fetal worldBack, still further backInto himselfSearing plain and shocked and openDark like a dead child's birthdayRain has yet to be imaginedInside the earth we reach the pinnacleEyeless
Seconds resume
He walks awayJust thatHe walks away
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