written for banjo  (not yours) 

I think animal crackers make people think that all animals taste the same


  I once swallowed the world

and let the world swallow me

the bells went still    silenced for thee


  First I swallowed the sky 

its burning clock

and with it the prints   benign grown flock 


  Then sailing above 

in the deepest of blue 

looking down the rope   where I once was you 


  I want to touch the scar

of your unborn child 

the one much loved   now still kept wild


  I ate your loss 

your failures and fears

devoured the void   between your years


  I swore to swallow the world

with our undone 

and in its fold   a raging sun 


  So do not blame 

the wasted rules 

the merry hymns  were made by fools 



Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2024-04-07 at 18:35

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