Requiem: a poem by susiescorcher

Requiem

Sweet song, grant us rest grant

us rest that the magnets, which

attract and repel my eyes from

her eyes and her eyes from my

eyes release our eyes that they

are light on either side of our n

oses and not iron balls which c

hain our brains to the same mo

ments, disappeared, everlasting

Sweet song, grant us rest grant

us rest grant us mercy and etern

al rest that the iron bellows that

still lie in between my head and

my heels do not reawaken from

the dead stretch their fingers in

awakening blink open their hea

vy eyes look up out of their sac

red spaces, that they do not illu

minate my lungs where they hav

e lived and my throat where they

have been heard that my organs

and her organs stop rememberin

g stop that we be granted rest that

they finish dying, a full

and final death

Sweet song, oh grant us rest, gr

ant us rest, grant us rest grant u

s that her breath her breath her

breath rests and my breath rests

in separate bodies that she remains

in her body and I remain in my

body that we may both give up a

nd let our bodies sink separately

in separate seas that, sinking, our

bodies forget the touch of that

we find rest in the water of separate

ness that separates our breaths

O h Sweet Song Sweetest Song, th

at you grant us rest that we may be

granted rest that these things die an

d rest and that I no longer hear her

voice in every voice and she dies an

d rests and I rest and together we rest