16th Goodbye

blessed acid
burn through me
teach me prayer
I will not stand on this
stairway gazing
any longer than I have to
make me ephemeral
teach me a skill
sell me some insurance
give me a hacksaw
punish me with my self
hear my contrition

the days have found me hidden in this grief
I see these fingers decaying in the grave
I practice my death in the shadow of Isis
she could have said the words