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Grandpa's Dirge
Obituary, Obituary:
Announcement for a holiday –
Death notice, it told us
How his bird soul flew away.
In acquiescence of inertia,
Put a bullet in his brain,
A little suicide vacation
Leaving naught but a stain.
She found him, she held him,
Her hair was gore’s mop;
Still the red stained the walls,
Spelling out: MAKE IT STOP
Stop the noise; stop the movement;
Stop my hair growing thinner; stop
Her breasts growing nearer to the ground.
Stop the mewing; stop the laughter;
Stop hushed whispers in the hall;
Stop the hours; stop the hurt;
Stop my absentee pleasure.
Stop the silence; stop the noise;
Stop the breeze; stop the piano; stop
memory, for mine is failing.
Stop the commotion; stop the blender;
Stop the moment; stop this lingering, for
My memory is failing
When I desire only to remember
Us as we were.
She felt the thinness of his bones,
Her breast sagged upon his chest,
How she longed to carve him open and crawl
Inside the hollow of his empty nest!
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