Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

death and coffee

finally a proper burial
the gods were getting vexed

looking for life under headstones, indeed

every body begs a funeral

interred amidst european coffee grounds
my reliquary head
no longer kept in the holy cabinet
with all the other dead mother saints

i hope you burned the book
with the bones
like a good roman

sift the ashes
toss what you find into the sea

keep nothing

but what the glaciers left behind

set us free

cincinnatus smiles
leave the melitta cans
take the canoli

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