flaming jewels

The Gravedancers' Union

I am a member of the
gravedancers' union

I stand on your grave
in twisted midlightnight
My arms thrown up like bare branches
black&still
I can scratch the moon

I shove your fingerbones
under my
upper lip
Grinning grinning grinning
your hand
in my mouth

I dress in your flesh
this pound of you
wrapped around my neck,
Isadora-like.

I dance
I stamp
on your grave
in a snapping ecstacy
blood spattered toes and I
grind you to dust
grind you to dust
grind and
grind
(in a whirling frame of mind)

I do the danse macabre
and lick
the mercury welling up from
deep worn
cracks
in graveyard granite.

I taste your dusty dates,
roll your
full name
on my tongue--
Rest in peace
And may perpetual light shine upon you

you poor fucking fool,

did you think I wouldn't
dance
on your grave?

I am the sin-eater
flesh cleaver, soul reaver
and a
very
grave
dancer

I am a member of the
gravedancers' union

jewel@gleeful.com
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