The Pride of My Mantle

by michaelcahill

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it continues to nag
(hag that she is)
                parts long gone
                                rotting somewhere
                                digesting and put to utilitarian use
                                                by a wise and thrifty dumpster diver
                                                evidence eliminator extraordinaire

a femur with a stick and a sail
                off to visit the horizon
                                chasing the sunset's array of bloody color
did I mention that my mother is missing
murdered "they" suspect
                in their proverbial blandness

but her skull I will not part with
I seek its counsel
though it yet lies
                no eyes to stare
                a candle
                enlightens me
                                I love her so

defining skullduggery
admitting to her accusations

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