Roses, Little Sister Death

Roses, Little Sister Death

It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself

Walking along in the shadows

Behind the glass of some time I expect it’s forgotten

Still; Like dead things in stagnant water

Ain’t no luck on this place Said little sister death

With flowers in her hair, and a long veil like shining wind

So we went through the fence

Only you and me then amid the horror walled by the clean flame

This family is bad enough, God knows, but he don’t know nobody’s name

I held onto it. Roses. Roses. It fell through this here hole

“Candace” Mother said

Without any crown

“My own flesh and blood” she says, crying

Victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools

You will regret

Dirty little sluts

The watch ticked on but I looked away in time

I could hear mine inside my pocket

I could here my blood

You will regret

Little sister death

I have committed incest father, I said

Dirty little sluts

The smell of honey suckle upon her face and throat

Roses

The army had killed them

Into the twilight and the sense of water

Peaceful and swift beyond

Outside the flesh

We were dancing sitting down

Reducto Absurdum of all human experience

He said rise- only the flat irons