All We Can Do is Go On By Angel Cezanne

Ellie LoNardo Flickr CC



All We Can Do is Go On
for Margaretta, Mary, and all the others

Death is the cook of nature
And she loves wood-burning ovens 
The smell of oak, of vinegar
Of scabbed and healing flesh
She stokes her fire with a rod of iron
And her eyes light up, yellow and electric
She chops her onions, celery and bell peppers
And she shucks spoiled oysters
To make a sickening gumbo 
While somewhere, someone is moribund
Eyes wide, waiting for a taste
She’ll spoon feed them
Her bedside manner, like no other
Feeding their spirit
Calling them home

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Angel Cezanne is a freelance editor and writer, the creator of Eleanor: A Zine, a mental health advocate, a caregiver, and a low-key meme queen. Her creative writing has been published by Crab Fat Magazine, Sea Foam Magazine, Selfish Magazine, and others. 

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