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Two Poems from our Funerals Poetry Collection

 
 
WHERE IS HE?
   
Author: Suzannah Mirghani
   
Poem:
WHERE IS HE?
   
  Where is he?

He could be anywhere; buskin’ in London
or drawing night time stars from his hair.
He could be free floating
in a bottle of whiskey
or riding the tides off the Costa Del Mar.
Perhaps he’s out back trimming the lawn
or up in the attic, preparing the roll that will stone him.
He could be writing a masterpiece in his bedroom
or astride a piece of natural art in another's; eyes aglow with the pleasure.
He could be feathering a chicken in a rural diner
or actively polluting a mid-city river.
Maybe he's dying in a backstreet gutter
or punishing himself for the death of his mother, or walking through Pines to ease the pain of a lonely Summer.
He could be out for the count in an excuse for a gym or Himalaya trekking in search for the child within.
He could be leaning against a lamppost in Cyprus;
waiting for a lover he has typecast as another fling.
Perhaps he’s fixing an engine on a desert road or unearthing the Wild West for his worth in gold.
His eyes could be bloodshot as he awakes in the park or black and blue in the back of an ambulance.
He could be going home, or away, wishing to be alone forever.
He could be surrounded by new matter and bone.
He could be done with everyone.
He could be gone forever.

   
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MY WORLD
   
Author: Julia Mahoney
   
Poem: MY WORLD
   

Slip into my world
Fall into my eyes
Drown inside my blood
It’ll kill you inside
You’re in my world, and I’m not alive
Razor blade and poison stings
Loving kisses in my mind
Dust and dirt
Beneath the earth
In my world, will ease the hurt
Burning embers, the only light
In my world, where its always night
Stuck in a rut, sleepless soul
Thumping, aching without control
Never mind your world
That I’m not apart
To be in your world
You need a heart
I haven’t one I sold it for you
Bleeding the love, didn’t know what to do
So I invite you in, to live in sin
My world, where dead souls can live
 
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