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Shallow Gravedigger
by Nicole AssenzaYouve turned the earth,
Three-dollar Bill--
You put the fire out you started,
Wet Blanket,
And my scarred heart can take this
Tiny incision
And yes I keep my head cool,
I am the very cool tip of the iceberg
I keep it all very still;
Like water in the bowl
And I wont run into the woods,
(To hang myself on tottery branches,
For pitiful decoration,)
Not over this
Wont go kicking up the dirt!
But I still try to remember
That slithery, prickly feeling,
With a smell like time; so old,
Like the Earth brand new
But Ive forgotten now--
Or the moons unblemished face,
Before it was torn away
I forgot that too--
She cant sing to me anymore;
(I cant hear her anymore)
But its terrible at night to be alone;
With the ghosties out to hunt,
With the crickets singing
Their summer symphonies
(Think Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,)
To only me, alone,
And its only so sad because
Of the dream that I had of you,
(I was a colony of Spain,
And you were Spain, of course)
One that seemed so real
In fact maybe I thought
I loved you, gravedigger--
And this fact is only sad because
I cant let myself cry,
(Not over this)
Over something so small;
Like spilled milk
Its just like a paper cut
To my heart
Fast, and virtually painless,
You remarknot I,
Taking off your hat, you lament--
It was my time to go!
Now, I do agree, my fickle fish--
All things laid to rest, Ill say,
My shovel over shoulder,
Its just a fine tremor in my hands--
Skilled at what they do,
Theyre turning the earth anew
11/26/2005 Author's Note: This is one of those "I wrote this after I broke up with someone" poems. =D
Posted on 11/27/2005
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
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