Tombstone Tales 007: Night falls infinitely...
My oldest memory of the other
world where I lived
another life is a summer
evening and I am
7
and my mother
is a black widow sitting
by my bed in the last light
of a day that only brought
darkness and death and night
falls through the window
of the silent attic
when she sings,
no when she sighs slow
and sadly this madly
talking blues:
"Only what dies,
shall live, my son.
So I have to release
the immortal soul
from the body
that is a tomb."
And night falls
infinitely and forever
I will be
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