We come to feel the moment we are lost
the texture walls take - sponge
and ways - splinters from the water.
We come to remember earth is animal
hungry and dissipated
enough to masticate her own.
We come to survive above the bricks and pilings
strapped to limestone rafts and hearses.
Pushing against the river Styx
we come to sing, to create ceremony for corpses
to gloss eulogy on matricide
not to mention how we die.
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