At the end of pleasure
you get to wash down
the warm red bricks
with water sweeping
the sand away
the petals and fallen fruit
the ungrown portions of
a person cauterized
by trauma or cut short
by early death strange
early deaths in full flower
in which the seed
of sacrifice is sown
but who can really do
another’s work for them
or accept for them
the unacceptable loss?
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