‘what buries’

 (from dead bird)

keep bones in palms

anything other you are a liar

silence is violence too

dirt for the flower

shelter for its seed

aren’t we all in love

with someone else

faked until time comes due

and what flees from breast

we cannot cage

despite the sorrow

and all the aching

what buries does not keep dirt

what buries does not keep dirt. 

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