Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Canoes or Coffins

Oh, leave it alone, we all
Leave it alone. We paddle
Through crowds of other canoes,

Like Jason, until they’re all
Coffins. There’s no one in them
But us in a last canoe,

Us, ghost of all the coffins.
It’s a crowd and we’re in it
Alone. Go. Leave it alone.

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