my love is a funeral
it is the black hat
atop the killer's head
it is the withered plants
above the ground,
reaching, recoiling
praised by man
a sign of hope
lurid red skims
the surface
above the sea of death
the abyss
climbing, cowering
you wonder why
i killed you
when that black hat
fell from your head
into my arms
as red spilled down
a metallic haze
potent, unspeakable
i bury you
wearing that hat
flowers grow
no one mourns
seas envelop you
my love is a funeral
maybe now
you
understand
why.



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