Entry 469

from the valley
where dead men marched 
from their homes 
of flesh and earth 
to be rallied
to rise this night

rattle writhe your bones
as i write… arise
as i write… 
as i
transcribe inspiration
inherent in madness

from the forest 
where the witch returns
 to feast
 on childpotpie

i call on all bones
 carry yourselves

bring me the dust of your soul
bring me what woes you had carried
 alone to the tomb
 or into the stew

gathered yet separate

unaware of anomaly

unraveling riddles

let dry the river of time
unwinding pilgrimage
to summon the grimacing visage

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