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There Should Be Signs

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I open a new page

Place fingers on my eyes

And yawn

There are no coins on

My eyes for Charon

Not yet

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Maybe a measure of

Prosperity’s due

So I’ll have something

Of my own to share

To pay my way over Styx

And to the land beyond,

The Grecian Hades

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There I could find

Persephone,

If it’s one of her four days

And bid a change

To a new season

Death is a new season, too

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I could have as much of

The pomegranate as I like

I was not abducted

And there is

No curse upon me

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In fact, life would have

Been taken from me

Talk about abduction

In this case

Of mortality

Sad but without great

Feeling, once we’re there

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I’m not sure where

The fires of hell came from,

Whose story

I suppose Elysian fields

Are for the gods

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With a sigh, a last release

Of emotion,

I must go another way

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Memories in Her Hands

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