Goodbye, dead farewells
On a crumpled note
In his fist, on his breath
The same words once swallowed
The ones I’d never say
At the bottom of a grave
he knew the painful truth
he felt it in his chest
They will never hurt
They’ll never lose their strength to move
I heard it in his heavy breath
in his heavy breath
The one you took some class to figure out
The one you found that that year you took off
That no one put us here
That we’d only get halfway
Before the dirt took our bones
And we’d leave our kids behind
To feel alone, so unknown
As brothers die with their sisters
As the pieces are chipped away
I know only the good things die
And forked tongues live forever
At the top of skyscrapers
So few crowns, oceans of inbred blood
I’m the knotted dead root
The river that never reached the ocean
Burying lungs that will never breathe
They will never hurt
They’ll never lose their strength to move
Their sires, and mothers
And I know how selfish it sounds
He lost them all in bottles, in hospital beds
I found, in circles
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