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A good Christian mustn't fear the darkness of the grave
Jul 13, 2004
Jill Alexander Essbaum
But let me tell you about its landscape. Small,
hot, wooden, and from above no one will hear you murmur
let me out
. Out of the darkness nothing’s delivered. Still,
you beg it to the brass of the coffin’s creak hinge while satin grows stench
and your death dress rots away. You are livid and left alone.
The red jasper chaplet in your hand inclines to the pretense
of prayer. You are appalled, shrouded, sutured shut.
They did not put the pillow in between your knees. And
your lipstick’s smeared.
, you wished for a thousand infinities.
Finally arrived, nothing can be more broken, nothing can be
more than dead. A devilwood tree hones toward the uncarved side
of your stone. But this, of course, is not the end.