Take it,
wrapped in tissue body’s
warped recession,
dressed in green obsession,
core hides virginal in the rape.
Low below the avarice
of king’s, serfs change rank’s
rebirth, the smile survival
through the unlived life,
considered as the gold of only.
One onto infinity, Childhood’s
End another ruse, the infant
grows and dies, knowledge
of the veil is struck, in youth
we learn again how to forget.
Take my soul
the final means of sustenance,
enlivened clay reanimated, smoking
through the ashes, molding through
the dust of grave, the vessel gone
in seconds flash, its essence saved.
© Rose Aiello Morales 2012
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