5 may 2022
In Burial Home
Not for me,
this politics of living
for sexless alchemy.
You take on―
the pen's broken nib,
writing blood soaked birth
of an illegitimate avatar.
The spin was fatal.
Unfazed a bizarre tone,
announces a miss call. You
are pronounced dead.
You will swim now
in veil. Eyes looking deep
in water where light does not reach.
The mission of salvaging a
heritage fails.
Dog winter.
Sun hides behind the thin survivors.
There was no will,
no suicide pact.
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