Pray by Jacqueline Valencia (22/11/2012)
Quiet mourning has accepted
magnificently sour prayer.
Supplication is changing the widow to a grave,
cold and thoughtless the vaccuum fails.
Ablution in dry, hollow skin;
fixed under the cotton veill
reciting where creatures have been,
accepting their dogma on a mere revelation.
Blessed is the land built upon death,
“Beloved, always dream the fantasy true,”
abundantly wail your immense gratitude.
Here. Set the funeral. That casket forgives.
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