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Suicide: Incense
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Some women get roses.
Some get perfume.
Why did you send me
Lotuses and incense...
Then turn your back,
Steps clopping echoes
Like a plodding
Draught animal...
It's harness too tight,
It's lips dripping blood
From the bit it
Accepted...
Then fought.
Who was your cruel owner...
Why was I never
Introduced?
One long-stemmed rose
To lay for you...
One final look...
Forever.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incense-of-suicide-to-alvin/
