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Click herewhen I die
when I die
bury me with the other Schultzes
I always felt most at home
with all the dead Schultzes
cold
naked
stone
when I die
find the one who loved me most
dress me with purple flowers,
the stems tied up in knots
find him
he will know what to do
and listen
listen to him
leave nothing whole.
hot
naked
ash
listen to me now
while my mother’s blood
slides through my veins
when I die
take me where they know me best
they will know what to do
December 13, 2003
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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Whoa!! Really great stuff!!
It's poems like this that really make you stop and think. That would make a great story too. Some really deep thoughts and images conjured up in so few words.
Fantastic job hon!! ;-)
of all your stuff today, this is the one that "got" me. esp the line with your mothers blood still sliding through your veins..this is one you outta enter into that emily dickenson poetry contest next year :) good work Seattle
I know I'm a bit odd and morbid, but this poem made me smile clear through to the end:
take me where they know me best
they will know what to do
Beautiful
(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote)
what can i say - nice clashing three liners
cold
naked
stone
hot
naked
ash