Two Poems by Daniel Goss

When they lay me down into the earth

will you say a prayer for me?

O’holy father of my flesh, of my blood,

will you break bread over my name?

When my beloved comes knocking at your door

will you grant them asylum?

 

When the tides of blood formed by clay vessels rise around your castle,

O’holy father of my flesh, of my blood,

Will you be swept by the tide to join me in the earth

or will you rise to meet my hands in the air?

 

As you hesitate in cowardice,

children are growing inside cages 

& lovers are beaten in the streets until 

they cannot breathe.

O’holy father of my flesh, of my blood,

can you stomach the carnage

with your hands stained?

 

©Daniel Goss

 

 

Immemorial 

Who’s gonna love a ghost like you?

Veiled in bed sheets;

speaking in tongues;

floating through walls.

 

A poltergeist throwing tantrums

smashing lamps against walls

wailing like a child until the paint beings to peel.

 

Lost and confused, you slip into my bedroom 

Leaving strawberries corpses

To rot under the sheets. 

 

Watch me toss and turn as you float above my bed

Say you’ll leave, 

Say you’ll disappear

 

I’ve tried to kill the spider lilies

Outside my frosted window

But just like you

They always come back 

in spring.

 

©Daniel Goss

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