So much for passion
It all gets sucked away
It is done
Three women ache
And ponder slender fates
Behind their neutered huddle
The transformation is complete:
The sacrilegious trinity
Begins to separate:
The fencepost of absorbing wood
Now blood-tarred into uselessness
The riveting metal fragments
Rusted by human taint
The permeated ground
Degraded to permanence
And the struck body drained, the eyes full-closed
The brain imploded: fragment-fled
Frozen to limbo
Faded like a thin-trailed ghost
To future revelation
On a thinly-trodden road
And squalid diminution
Descends inside a cloud
And things get shrunk
And things get crumbled
Things get flaked and cauterised
And there are simply no remains
No slice of bone
No flint of skin
The body essence all boiled down
And all reduced
To wooden flesh
On wooden cross
A fistful souvenir
Picked up easy by a soldier
And wafted clean away
Away like an airborne weapon
Thrown through time
To a godless future
Thrown to a town
Thrown to a [godless] rooftop
Thrown away beyond all hope
And left behind
Three women stir
And ponder slender fates
And look in vain
For things to bury
Look in vain
For things to wrap
But there are simply no remains
Their grief has just been orphaned
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