The Poems of October by R.M. Engelhardt
Reblogged from Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers :
THE POEMS OF OCTOBER
by R.M. ENGELHARDT
Relics
The burning smell of leaves
He dreams of
Her body stretched out
Upon the bed.
Samhain
Cold October.
She wears a mask
Drunken fucking to the rhythm
Of the dance
Like a final sacrifice to
The Gods.
She
She is the God
A Goddess in
Black makeup
The spell running
Thru us 7 times upon…
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