YOUNG BONES REQUIEM
by Tree de Oliveira
this is a poem with two voice parts:
1: person 1
2: person 2
p/pp: pianissimo
f/ff: fortissimo
dim: diminuendo
cresc: crescendo
1:
shhh don't speak of the young bones
2:
hymns swell around 200 graves
1:
water droplets on a forehead
2:
blood of the lamb at the table incense in the air
1:
potent with want and wish unique consciousness
2:
lost in last breaths
1:
each bead on a string is another hopeless hope
2:
where sundays are incomplete without
candlesticks and crucifixions without
the blamelessness for the intolerant scripture told me so
1:
a white washed jesus blesses every pearly white
paperwork tooth in that damn mouthy gateway to
1&2: America!
2:
they call this place a christian country
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