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Once I took him in
Once I took him in and he came, neatly
Packaged in that little plated urn, which
Seems so very small and far too tidy and
Far, far too still on the mantelpiece, given
The hollow, metronomic, ticking clock
That counts the empty hours and days
Once I took him in - he was so big and so
Full of life that the ash floor seems stained
With memories of his keeping and holding
And being and doing whatever he wished;
So I tell each memory my heart is a void
Its cold doors will not let emotions escape.
Once I took him in my mouth and he grew.
Now I cannot remove the taste of him
without losing everything which, frankly,
I really would never, ever want to do
Once I took him in and he came neatly
Within me and is now, forever, without me.
Packaged in that little plated urn, which
Seems so very small and far too tidy and
Far, far too still on the mantelpiece, given
The hollow, metronomic, ticking clock
That counts the empty hours and days
Once I took him in - he was so big and so
Full of life that the ash floor seems stained
With memories of his keeping and holding
And being and doing whatever he wished;
So I tell each memory my heart is a void
Its cold doors will not let emotions escape.
Once I took him in my mouth and he grew.
Now I cannot remove the taste of him
without losing everything which, frankly,
I really would never, ever want to do
Once I took him in and he came neatly
Within me and is now, forever, without me.
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