lays me on my stomach
starts massaging my shoulders
as small a thing as that
to let me know I’ve died
but I still have to lift my shirt
to wear the fiery
robe
of failure and
defeat
again and carry
its flames
across the
narrow strait
of weedy yard to
where
a circle of
roses once
reminisced themselves
all
the way back to
complete
invisibility a
scent
that haunts this
bare their hearts were spent
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