Though grey sky’s rain will seep and lizards creep
Where flesh will fornicate with dust for sleep,
Though birds and sun wheel by above unseen–
My shrouded grief all hidden by the green–
Though quiet will fulfil my once-proud needs
And I not know food’s taste, though sand and stone
Will rattle when the wind blows through the weeds,
To shield my remnant lying straight, and bone
All hollow take sound curiously and long,
Though words will cease in life: a broken song,
My loves burn down to this ground crushed on me,
Though now, relieved, I contemplate a tree
Whose criss-crossed roots take aching threads of death
And drink my melodies in futile breath–
Still, even now, the pollen of your dust
May touch my once-loved flesh, white bones that rust!
(Isobel Stone)
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