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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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