Our Eulogy

Let them regurgitate some such softness
to warm the belly, like mother to young.
We will be corpses of nourishment.

A labor sometimes too hard to swallow when alive.

Our years were green, and decay fell
away easily then.
Months of red bleeding into a white night's ball;
cycles swinging on a feminine pitch.

We were once muscle, cradled
in the heam of blue eyed wings,
splaying murderers
grounded next to us as we screamed,

" This is not Potter's Field,
and I will not share
my grave with you anymore ! "

They will expel their heaviness, and heave weight,
full of substance easily emitted /admitted.
Just gag the past.
We did it all the time, leaving those dollups deep down

in years pink as uncopulated skin. We
deepened with time, and lime reminded us all
that eclipses consume days of sun.

They will toss a silken thread or two,
spewing skeletons
of butterflies from deep in the belly.
Others preach sermons to snowy Gods.

But here is the pearling to that vomit.
We sprayed beauty, and fluttered past filth.
Let this be the eulogy of you, and I

holding each other's hair...