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Grave Song
by Amy Zoellers
A tree grows on my grave to catch the sun.
I feed it well to show what you have done—
the gore, and then my grave beside the sea.
I rise by night to sing, my soul to free.
Heaven’s hope and vengeance fill my cup.
I rise at night and sing who carved me up
and soon appear beside your darkened bed
and croon my madness shrill into your head
and scream: “he carved me up and buried me
beneath the sky aflame, beside the sea!”
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Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.
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Love this poem!
Such an evocative voice – the rhyming couplets give it a sing-song rhythm which belies the darkness of the tale – so clever.