Grave
The hands that laid you
in the last dark bed
were defined, outlined
in ashen aura
of fetid embrace.
A liar in mourning;
a heart untrue.
The wind on mountain
wild with despair
whipped its moan about
as if to free your soul
from this last touch
that asked so much.
Cold,
the lazy hands and heart.
Lying.
whilst you living, giving
warm, alive,
were pirated, depleted.
Now your ashes feted
in lonely celebration.
It was not you interred
buried in the earthen pit.
© Grapher Nov 23,13
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Snake.
PoetrySNAKE; to creep, sneak. A person or thing resembling a snake in any of various ways; specifically, a treacherous or deceitful person.
