Poem 20160331

  the empty sky hangs  X  like an inheritance
        above my head  X  no one wants to collect
     red and decaying  X  trifles and mementos
these memories aren't  X  meant for burial
      what i expected  X  or deserving of cremation

——

Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #24:
Cleave poem

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