Resurrection spells will hit the market soon
They’re not selling them yet, but they will
They’ve been spying on correspondence like crazy
When nothing else profits, might as well pivot
Much like the love potions, remember those?
Nothing sells as well as compromised autonomy
Because the very first thing that came to mind
When I heard the news, before even grief was
I have scrolls, an entire corpus in an oak chest
A lock of your hair, some trinkets bought to be yours
Apologies for not sending them sooner but
I could technically, just saying, technically
Resurrect an imitation of you
for my personal comfort, and absolutely nothing else
Why confront reality, when this kind of thing
is readily at my disposal, you know?
I do this for a living so I wouldn’t even break a sweat
And I am not, as obsessed with integrity
as I would have been for someone I truly loved
Not that I didn’t love you but it was apparently lacking
As evidenced by this temptation I’m considering
A betrayal of trust, to not have burned your possessions yet
To imitate creation, motherhood and god
I wouldn’t consider it if it cost me to remember
But it doesn’t, so I’m considering again
Should have burned them months ago
But there was nothing else of you to hold on to
And I have knowledge of that flawed, pathetic, spell
An insult to this fine craft, I tell you
I have nothing for it save derision
It violates everything I hold in regard
And I am scum indeed to keep considering
To make you the subject of this experimental debut
With knowledge that your life was full of thrones
To betray the grace you bestowed on me
An amoral and inhuman wretch
But I am, still, considering
And I am, yet to burn
I hope this at least offers some solace to you that
The misfortune of me can’t follow you there