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Bury Your Love Head Down (Poem)

By R. K. Duncan
Jan 10, 2020 · 173 words · 1 minute

Gazing into the Horizon

Photo by Aditya Vyas via Unsplash.

From the author: A poem about death and myth and transformations.


Bury your love head-down, and he will swim

Down through the dark, wet earth

Into the golden kingdom where dead heroes lie

Atop golden treasures that were too bright

For a world without them

 

Bury your love head-down, and he will find

The cauldron cup and drink, and climb back to you,

Changed and greyed and strange

 

Hang your love in branches, and crows will come

To peck and taste and feast

To dig in through her eyes and find her mind

They’ll eat up her grey worms and hang their nests

With her bright eyes

 

Hang your love in branches, and she will fly

On scores of soft black wings, returning

Changed and split and strange

 

Lay your love on stone, and they will pale

To alabaster sheen

With marble flowing over skin

To make fantastic curtains of their funeral clothes

And armor them in white

 

Lay your love on stone, and they will stay

Just as you remember them alive,

Stiff and cold and same.

This story originally appeared in Kaleidotrope.