Thursday, November 29, 2012

Ophelia

2/07 

You, Ophelia, backed out of life
when it proved more than you could handle.
The water rose to meet you, but you took
the drink wittingly, and we don't need
each other, or want for nothing
but that we could have both been unsexed
or born again as different creatures,
outside of this existence.
But, struggling like worms, we failed,
and you gave up on what
you thought was love, for an invisible
garden of rosemary and thyme;
Rosemary for solitude,
and time for your melancholy,
and I couldn't uproot you,
neither from the lily-sweetened water,
or from that ground of skulls and bones
where I tried to shake you at last
and ask if only now, my brother,
were you content with your existence?


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