Bitter Bones

Eulogy

I love the taste of your death.
I squeeze sick fantasies out of your bones.
I intoxicate myself on your rusted words.
I dream of crying into your warm corpse;
Oh how loved you truly were.

I horde everything you ever owned,
   To try and lather your smell upon me.
I cut paper crowns out from your old pages,
   And wear them smug upon my head.
I severe my tongue and stitch in yours,
   Though its wood is corrupt with rot.

I worship at your altar,
   Then fuck rats upon your sermons.
I collect gold coins in your sweet name,
   And buy expensive suits.
I love you more than they do,
   So I'll burn you on my pyre.

I'll lock your life in my own private coffin,
   And make my bed with you.