I expect you like fragments entirety of your being; autumn spurred and trees mocking (me; I have nothing to abandon but myself and a few friends); The flowers were your ashes and blood. I expect you to rearrange the death you put in the car the town-car no not mine, your own I expect you to hide it into maddening prayers crawling through the bird’s tongue the blight of roses in my fingers a sobbing pillow to dust, impressed by rain I expect you in wormwood I expect the sand to store the death in your arms; the wild, the shepherds, you have brought me here too often to forget; the moon flowered herself a fathered backbone with our blood-roses, the earth did not raise you I expect you to have abandoned each memory circling fragile as the rain is above you. the earth did not raise you. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the 7/15/2021 dVerse prompt which concludes the 10th year anniversary week for dVerse. The prompt was to write a chant poem.