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LOVED ONES – damagedstock

The fleshy reality of the nude
pinned high above the page
draped in plastic coffins
buried in plots of forgotten memory

They can’t hear you
They can’t harm you
and they can’t help you
The dead stay silent – why

Hushed as monks
running like wet watercolour
pulsing red lines in blue veins
on old skin.

Octobers' dead to bury
with life taking place
in the shadows
between tall buildings
flooding rain in cooling places
while sun sets on November.

Aesthetic in the realm of fantasy
as leaves thicken
and shed their delicacy

Soft settle
fern the shade – fade