Burial Song

seasons gape
blossoms
ripens
for the kill
each poison
exquisite
infects
the holy
the hallelujah
the rapture
an inch
of a thick harvest
and blood music
that consumes all
in dust
and regret
and folly
coagulates flesh
before it falls
for the burial song
sutured love
with the cynic desire
when mad friendship
had ended.

Billy Jno Hope