Threnody, poetry by Aloysius S. Harmon Jr at Spillwords.com
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Threnody

Threnody

written by: Aloysius S. Harmon Jr

 

Aloysius Si has felt my heart weighing down in me
the other day it turned into a cemetery.

some wounds will crack your bones & escort you in the mock for cremation,
but boys were taught not to fall when they are heavy.

I held mine in my chest
the water faucet in my kitchen leaks water the same way my eyes do.

I witnessed tears leaving holes in my cheek bones & each day there were maps that break through me.

all I have ever felt was learning to die with my eyes wide open.

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