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THE GRIM KEEPER
i cried throughout her funeral
just wishing he would bring her back
i threw away my hankerchief
when my eyes bled, they stained it black.
as we lowered down her coffin
into that hollow void of earth
i wiped those tears from blackened cheeks
and wondered what they could be worth.
i remember her conception
i remember all of the words
i saw her soul in those bright eyes
found love in the song of the birds.
i felt her kicking inside me
she was waiting to be let loose
i gave birth to her in sunlight
then she hung in the moonlight's noose.
on my belly in the forest
i made love to her memory
despising all of those kisses
she once thought had woke her to be.
now her body rots in that box
in that dark absense of a soul
i wonder if it could live on
in someone else's sweet sad hole.
©Copyright 2003 Sheila Cook.