I listened to her songs and her laughter, I endured her silent treatment, and I even heard her fear and her lies. The Sound of Carrion… sweet sounds of decay because after you have heard such a siren’s song really what else is there worth listening to?
Knock on wood
Opportunity knocks
Too late for good
My world not rocked
Look
Listen, the chattering rats
Who this very hour
In love, entrapped
As if under a siren’s power
Become obsessed, become attached
To slithering and swallowing
Flesh
From which they are devouring
Above worms’ zest
Towering
No longer
As dirt fills the void
The coffin not stronger
Murdered, destroyed
Beauty was her
And her quiet
Is all there is
Though I did not buy it
Because this Miss
Denied it
As I knocked on her door
A cat and her rats
This worm did adore
The dusty old stacks
Of lovers and lore
Those alive say too many things
A pretty girl did make her choice
And me, my love, and everything
Have learned the dead make too much noise
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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