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Another Dig
Tuesday mourning
had a way of quietly
passing the
shovel
into my red blushing
hands
{ Dig }
These muscles
of my
Cemetery mind
unearthing and provoking
your heart to the
dirty aching surface
Oh your smile was a
killer,
honey
The barrel reloading
terrific words
too lovely not
to place the silver in my mouth and eat
it whole
{ Bang }
I covet the bullets of loss
Remembering nothing important
lasts forever
The tomb of my heart
as empty
as the .45 dangling like
an idol in your hands
Some things cannot be erased
Not the silkscreen of your childish laughter
Not the epitaph on your overgrown grave
