Nameless Tomb and a Boat Named Edith

September 24, 2010
I.
Edith cradled me in
Her soft wooden arms
My body curled into the
Shadow of a half moon
Deep within her crevices
Edith purged them onto
Dry land before lamenting
Back to father them
II.
They rushed me into a
Nameless Tomb
Flowered me with used to be's
And somedays
III.
But I suppose an

Unmarked memorial is

As good as any

As a passage from this life

To the next

It's comfortable

Even though

I'd prefer to have

My Edith

Sans the River Styx





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