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A Void
parcrises

I struggle with the only Fact
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nails in his throat on the banks of Lethe
 2
I try to hold him under
 3
– fill his howl with tarred nepenthe
 4
til it sticks, & chokes & I turn back
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to life.
 6
But I do not watch it sink, the dead thing,
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so it floats around again
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– the stormy currents wind it back
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to front me – eyes still open,
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rivers kept the rictus wet
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& so he lears, though dead,
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& being dead he cannot die again
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& I am pale of strength.
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And though I’d hoped to rid myself
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of all he made, melded to my mind,
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all that rots is that around him
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golden clothes which made his flesh
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(which we are heir to) bearable.
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Bare & bald with gristly glisten
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he lies who does not lie, confronts me
 21
‘cross the wetted poison of identity
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& can never sink
 23
unless he sinks with me.
 24

19 May 07


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Take nepenthe out of line 4. It detracts from your piece and makes you start thinking Poe. This is a good piece, you just need to keep your own voice.Thanks
 — Trish77

I didn't think of Poe when I mentioned nepenthe actually, in the poem it's meant to refer to the water of Lethe, since both are classical potions of forgetfulness.  I probably did pick it up from eddy boy though, and I'll keep it since it's such a beautiful word.
 — parcrises

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