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The unquiet grave

by probably finlay

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I will come into your embrace
With my arms flailing, strength ebbing failing
Because my love lies slain
In a blood-flecked grave
In the wake

And I'll do as much for one I loved
As any young boy may
Sit with the shore, watching ashes fly
For twelve-month and a day

The year and day gone, your apparition weeping sang to me
"Your cries keep me tethered, and tears trickle through the sand
And wet my rest, my early death"
But it's me, I sing
Just a kiss, from your clay-cold lips
And I'll let you sleep

"But Lily, Lily are my lips
Orchid on the tip of my tongue
If you have one kiss, your time will not be long
My clay-cold lips will kill you"

Clouds claw tendrils overhead
Drawing breath from earth to my chest
Over waves with birds flies death
Dig my grave and let me rest

Lay yourself content my dear
Speak the words you wish me hear
Stalk decay and disappear
For I must leave you, and the world
And go into my grave, my dear

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released February 27, 2021
Ella Grace (trumpet), Ruth Atkinson (cello)

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