Winter Buries from Widow Speak by Stranger Killings

Winter Buries

Autumn rots
breath, and lung, and branch
rots time, and towers, and hours
drowns in showers
flower spiders
and spider flowers
the worm is fat
and the sunlight cowers
Autumn rots
the tooth, and bone
the seat of the soul
and golden throne
the apple cheek
and bitter crone
the wood
the spine
the anguished stone
rots the ink in every word
and drives the wind from wings of birds

Winter buries
buries secrets
buries time
buries diamonds
buries mines
with pockets lined in lead
it buries the living
it buries the dead
murders the wheat
kills all the bread
buries the heat
and buries the bed
fills the pockets up with lead
buries the living
as well as the dead
winter buries
buries well
in coldest clay
beneath all hell

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