New lovers lie on a blanket
Inifinity lays six
feet of dirt against the fresh
pine lid beneath
I wonder what they see
when they look in each other's eyes
unperturbed earth
accustomed to a long diet
of deaths most
of its graves unmarked
forgotten
The grass is given
a close shave and a fresh drink
Four corks run
through with the sharp end of a pigtail screw
lightly stained in dark wine
the dark wine pouring
from fingertips into
little covered cask
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