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
aayoung 