invitation

invitation

after the worms dine

the bones of the hostess

are left to the strangers

waiting outside the two-story coffin

upstairs the sun roof sees the darkness of souls

and the relegated soil to cover it up

first floor she lies awake

thinking of how she flirted with the coroner

but he was too busy examining her bounties

to worry about taxing his heart

by engaging her

chloroform poems emerged from her veins

before the suture made her rain red

expository, exploratory

but he missed her heart

which beat, undulating beneath his hands

now she is throwing a party in his honor

except for the crawling guests

the little space for entertaining is quite empty

and the man of appalling occupation

never had the courtesy

to R.S.V.P.....

erin-cilberto

12/1/19

Reviews

[kentuck14]

J
I sense the subject is death . . . That dark guest that never R.S.V.P . . .
t

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in a sense, death...figuratively...
thank you, T.
appreciate the read and comment to this.
j.