09-10-2021, 08:27 PM
Oh Achilles
I’ll remember you
wrapped in a duvet
like a mummy but breathing,
at peace with the blackness
and silence of wells
from where memories climb out
at night, on all fours.
Oh, Achilles,
the fields are reeking
with ghosts.
I’ll remember you
wrapped in a duvet
like a mummy but breathing,
at peace with the blackness
and silence of wells
from where memories climb out
at night, on all fours.
Oh, Achilles,
the fields are reeking
with ghosts.