O unborn souls, forgotten ones
those from whom has gone the Sun
we call your names in silent yawp
for unto you they were rendered not
in life in hopes in dreams crushed to dust
your souls will not forgot by us!
We find our beauty in agony
but this is only for faint breath
from small anticipated death
a weakened heart, no sorrows left
if angels be we would be free
but instead in silence we will flee.
To be not even memory,
this is what we wish to be
our name? ninguno, nobody
from mortal coil-scarred memory?
to nothingness and never-we.
hang our corpse from a tree
decompose us swiftly, please
2021-06-03
The Grim Doggerel of Pride.2021
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