fret not that to the grave we are betrothed
our bones will live a life after we die
and peacefully in desert tombs alcoved
we'll honeymoon forever, you and i
no reason will we have to leave our bed
each day we spend together, we'll be smiling
though everyone above us thinks us dead
we pass away the pleasant hours, whiling
our skeletons will make love in the earth
they'll go out drinking, they'll go dancing, dining
and gestate in a womb of pangless birth
our stillborn babies never waking, whining
and then, one day perhaps someone will find us
and some foolish poet's pen will mind us.
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said dying girl to dying boy
why, i don't know, but this one i like the most.
girl.
lines six, eight, ten and twelve have eleven syllables -- the eleventh syllable is unstressed (feminine). i thought it was a good formal fit, considering the gender of the speaker.
i just thought it was fun, is all.
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