Acheron Poem by Leslie Philibert

Acheron

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flows as soft oil
trees newly dead

beneath a consciousness
that defeats the will of heaven

to a water sordid with ash
(not a cleansing, no)

as I fall into many parts
the start of the end, across.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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