My Tongue Forever Groping Grief Forever Young - Tumblr Posts

“More marrow to suck, more elegies to whistle through the digestive track. So help me God to another dollop of death, come on strong with the gravy and black-eyed peas, slop it all in the transcendental stew whose vapors rise and shine in the nostrils of heaven. Distill the belches, preserve the drool as ink: Death, since you nourish me, I’ll flatter you inordinately. Consumers both, with claws cocked and molars prompt at the fresh-dug grave, reaper and elegist, we collaborate and batten in this strictest of intimacies, my throat an open sepulchre, my tongue forever groping grief forever young.”

— Rosanna Warren, ‘Necrophiliac’, Stained Glass