Frances Farmer Will Have Her Repose

A Poem

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Autumn colors dance
dropping bodies at my feet -
Where you sealed our fate

Bells tolling in a joust
a God from beyond sings out
Through brass metal mouths
“Do as I say and
please fucking save yourselves from
what I did not do”

But these voices find me
on the rose garden bench
and forbid me to leave-
Lest my milk has been drunk,
The glass I’ve found-
eaten
and the bleeding
stopped

Past the point of no return
is where
I’ll begin to let you come home