Of Grief and Cases

there was an offer to help unpack your griefcase

as you journeyed from the dark side of the moon

you stepped inside the circle, oft assuaging

while ghouls whispered ill, of o’er containment

we wrestled with buckles of fiery quicksand

as sequestered skeletons rattl’d moldering bones

we offered cleansing for aged, festering wounds

/suppuration clung, cobwebbing logical thought/

patterns wrest from faded ledgers

we edit in the cold light of day

your demons reigned in the gloaming

cajoling, glib with their forked tongues

my pores weep for all the losses

I taste the salt poured in your open wounds

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