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Could Never to Might Try

by Tracy Ellen

Blood, menacingly red at first
Thickly flowing down fingers and legs
Over arms and breasts
Trickling from lips

A dense fluid mess

Days pass
Flies are born
Torn from death into life

How the flesh is so beautiful
In warm purples and dark browns
Skirt remains up with panties down

Months pass
Swollen body thinning
Parts missing, given up to the world
So selfless

She admires this display
Wants to understand
The brown stains no longer smear
When she steps near
She can no longer bring herself
To caress the cheek
Or to speak

Easy now to compare teeth
To inspect yellow bone
Seems a year has gone
And yet, she returns to wail deathÂ’s song
And behold this amazing thing

Something new of her complacent creation
A brave new medium, an evolving art
Fleshy to brittle
Greasy to dry
Red to brown
Could never to might try

Years and years
An old woman dies with no fear
Leaves her worldly statement
To the next of kin
White bones in the den
Grateful, she says,
That her husband disappeared
All those years ago
And left her this treasure
That rotting body, her rotting soul
It was hers by right
So she had stayed deathly quiet
For she was gifted a means to express
Her heartache and loneliness

04/18/2007

Posted on 04/18/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tracy Ellen

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