it was here i drowned
last summer
in the warm, thick night--
away from my lover.
it is now at the bottom of a lake
here i rot, eaten by bugs
eaten by fish
eaten by "hate"
he said...
he said to me
the one word not in my
vocabulary hate
"i hate"
i cannot relate
that is why i now lie
as fish bait dead
my arms are eaten.
and my plain face is gone
devoured by the worm of time
and i lie here
in a corpse's flower bed
in it are lilies, pushing up
through the sea weed
i'd think that they'd choke
by the faint reflection
of the morning's rays
i am glad to be here,
don't be deceived.
i am hated, you know,
and he is relieved.