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The bells of worship

Writer: Sakhi SinghSakhi Singh

I have turned my past into stone/on closer look

you'll see dots of dried blood/ sunflowers lie on

the border of my heart which is now ancient/

the words in my epitaph are water for my tongue/

I have made a god with a head of ice and

glowing embers at his feet/and he is

so beautiful/the world stops at the curve of his

lips/I want him to make love to me with

the lights on/I want to make a cathedral out of

him/but my hands show a broken faith/which is

to say that they're pleading/him and I are

floating in zero gravity/and I'm coming

back/moving back/floating back/repetition/refrain/these metaphors are not

your muse/this poem is not at the base of a

bin/this poem is not a glow of art/this poem will

not terrify you/this poem is forgotten in hollows

and echoes/this poem twirls and misses the

last step/this poem sits inside the wall of a closet with a voice too loud/read every

word/look into my eyes/my voice is cracking/my

throat is dry/love me/love me/love me.


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