Nic
- Apr 4, 2022
- 1 min read

A Dirge

You weren't always so agile,
light-boned and swift. Once,
you stepped like stone was your kin, like
you carried a mountain beneath your skin,
you knew the gravity of the grave. 
Yours lies abandoned, appropriated
by keen-eyed beasts, wary watchers
who haven't figured out that
you won't be coming back. 

You've left the earth, given up your grief 
in exchange for a new arrangement of ribs,
a racing heartbeat, an honesty
you haven't yet mastered. Here,
the only weight you know is the wind,
the song you carried in your ascent,
the memories heavy on your tongue. 

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