Dead by Ida Affleck Graves

I am nothing, I am numbed, I am nobody,
I have none; I am yellow in the wax nudity,
The jaw bandage, the collapsed lonely nostrils,
The limp soles of my feet wrenched from gravity.
And thankfully. Please I don’t need the music of spheres,
Feathers, mutter beads, nor the clip-on halo,
Nor mother’s Hullo, she in a see-through bone malady
Of flame and tears, she and her Lord least of all.
Spare me this, stiff in the identity of dust.
Spare me. But before I hurtle to the hollow
Beyond this galaxy, grant me please the paws
And purrs of cats, mine, all nine of them.


Date: 1994

By: Ida Affleck Graves (1902-1999)

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