Absence

I tried it Your way
and somehow still ended
up face down
on a ground of cold foliage
corpses rotting underneath my teeth.

You watched
deific.
circumspect.
hummed quietly as he stole
my You-given virtue
in the silence between four dismal walls.

Don’t come to me and show me the wounds in your side
and say,
all for you. I don’t need to see them to believe
that maybe we have squandered
the miracle of divine graves.

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