It Can Never Be (Draft 2)

It Can Never Be (Draft 2)

I can not rake the leaves anymore
when she will not crumble them with me

She’s fallen as gross nature
would demand —
like compost

Oh God
I never understood how the
decay of Love could be recycled
if I buried her and the tree
thought of her as minerals

No, I can not give her to the trees

I want to keep her
as she was

I won’t surrender her,
won’t ever bury her, because
I will not let you take her

She can not die.

— Douglas Gilbert

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It Can Never Be (Draft 1)

It Can Never Be

I can not rake the leaves anymore
when she will not crumble them with me

because oh God gross,
how could she be compost
as her nature would demand, and

I never understood how the
decay of Love could be recycled
when I buried her and the tree
thought of her as minerals

No, I can not give her to the trees

I want to keep her
as she was

I won’t surrender her,
won’t ever bury her, because
I will not let you take her

She can not die.

— Douglas Gilbert