Saturday, March 07, 2015

into the screaming white light

that precise moment
when the clock is
torn in two

when the dogs
chew their way through
the room of bones
and escape into
the screaming white
light of day

only to be dragged
beneath the wheels of
passing trains
and this old woman
in the corner
holds her
dead husband's picture
tight to her chest

turns slowly to dust
while songbirds
dissolve into blood
against every

and you notice that
she's not afraid

and you notice that
the flowers on
the mantel
have begun to burn

what you want to
know is why

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