WEDDING BLUES
WEDDING
BLUES
Five to midnight,
the circle broken and a nail.
Twenty half‑moons alone on
the altar,
jilted at the rail.
Pupils barren of life
drip the dew that webs the
skies,
constricted by the veil,
awakened to the lies.
The ring and the gauntlet,
the sour blood and the glove,
hidden beneath the shame—
the snake shed his love.
The shower before the altar,
the china broken in the
slush,
the hands move with time
as bristles fall from the
brush.
The square completed and the nail, s
sealed inside a prison of
pine.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—
only the ring survives time.

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