Songs for the sick

unsatiable

through the soft layers of fat it ate

down into the muscles

carefully around the tendons

then down through the blood to the

meat of the marrow

then on

it ate through their cowering as they witnessed it

rode them down with a steady pace

ate through grace

dignity

gorged itself on the charmed life

even took their grief in the end

it deflated fuck you, i'm sorry, forgive me,

love, god

it said to them:

I will leave you here to sing for the sick

there is nothing else remaining

now leave us be, we are so very tired

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