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POEM OF THE WEIGHING OF THE HEART OF THE DEAD

Kiley McLaughlin

Your sugar spoons are numbered
Are you armed?
The Crocodile with his crocodiles is waiting for you
and he knows your name.
Enumerating The Differences Between This And What Ails You is your name.

The Meatlady has made her way down. She knows
what's in you.
Leaving Weak Shorn Ferns is.
Like Heads That Have Been Burned is.

To test the tongue of the balance
there's a knife, a lesser deity,
animal masks

to make bloodless the new black.

Only featherlight hearts can be food for the Meatlady,
the Crocodile crocodiles, so be good,
be good good good

 


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A person I loved very much was about to die, and I couldn't do anything about it. I wrote this and other poems to pretend I could.