Dirt Rains

For Greg:


Touched inside me
With his kiss,
And a look
That soothed my pain.
Now dark clouds cry,
As dirt rains
Onto his coffin.
And the greedy earth
Steals what is mine.
Worms wait like vultures
To tare away his lips, his hands, his eyes
His kiss, his touch, his look.
And the wind laughs
At an empty girl,
Lost in the dark.


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