Ode To The Living
Auntie Cha Cha that's what
Her nieces called her.
Her eyes saw me. Dark
No longer blue.
That dam picture above my desk
We both tried to sell it.
It rings of antiquity.
Greek Charron, The Reaper.
Told my fellow workers.
Charron's boat named Cha Cha.
The boats name Cha Cha, What the fuck.
Me looking nightly at Charon's boat;
Not forward but
Being pulled backwards.
Her nieces called her.
Her eyes saw me. Dark
No longer blue.
Still forever.
That dam picture above my desk
We both tried to sell it.
It rings of antiquity.
Greek Charron, The Reaper.
Forever in his boat.
Gaunt, singular dead
To our suffering.
.
Gaunt, singular dead
To our suffering.
.
Told my fellow workers.
Charron's boat named Cha Cha.
The boats name Cha Cha, What the fuck.
Me looking nightly at Charon's boat;
Not forward but
Being pulled backwards.
Exodus of the living.
Perfected ignorance in a globe of wonder.
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