Bury Me with It

Let’s see if I can bury me
under some ash tree
this devil that you deem me to be
The leaves can shelter the angel
that was meant to rise
out of this dirty flesh
We can burn this spectre
in the mountains of Virginia
and drown her in the waters of Orleans
Don’t you want to see
if I wail like a bansidhe from my mother’s line
or if I hold back the sun, like some jaded Zorya
There’s still energy left in this skin
so come through my door and re-animate me
or do you think that I won’t find your attic window
and rattle your chains, creek down your stairs
Maybe I’ll moan from below
like a damsel under Dracula
or a body under your bed.
Let’s see if I can bury me
under some ash tree
this devil that you deem me to be
The leaves can shelter the angel
that was meant to rise
out of this dirty flesh
-7/14/2007
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