we grieve

by Philip F De Pinto

we grieve
your passing given you were born
sans heart

to wear loosely on our sleeve

were file
d under honey chile
like a venom tipped dart

tossed in the back
room o' some bar

like lilac
or star
born in the bullseye o' Spring

or other ox eye or equinox
among other thing
a-ma-gigs shorn

from cornucopia sure as you're born
o' that plenteous horn


Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

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