you will die a horrible death
you will die stained by newsprint in a gutter

unloved you limp club-
footed to your grave

as if made of bronze your shoulder blades
perfect a coming feast for pigeons

your eyes my god your eyes
gaze boldly at the bull that blinds them

you are destined to linger cheerless
& smitten with one deceased before you

your sons will die before you
your songs will die before you

the Dean de los muertos expels you
from the course on candied skulls

your final breath must be as bitter as
old coffee oils & vinegar that cleanses them

a last lipstick rose shall wilt
weeping in the lonely chamber of your wake

Ace Boggess is the author of two books of poetry: The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014) and The Beautiful Girl Whose Wish Was Not Fulfilled (Highwire Press, 2003). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, Atlanta Review, Rattle, River Styx, Southern Humanities Review and many other journals. He currently resides in Charleston, West Virginia.

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  1. darlingdarla11 says:

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