In Rite, In Ritual, Burn It All by Jessica Ni Leacai

How these deaths were dealt,
by such soured sailored seas,
divvying up our disastrous takings,
And we would long for lighthouses,
Yet no bells bellowed for yours this sad Sunday.

Her and her mourning,mellowed melodies,
lace upon lips in shadows of sorrows,
eyes alighting fires of formaldehyde fevers,
Coffins of funeral pyres petrol-ed with desires,
Ramesses returning us to the den of our deceased.

This poem can be read on poetry.com – http://poetry.com/poems/292868

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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