prodding the inevitable

no obvious wounds,

but the eyes look dead;

pale gray portals to somewhere

frozen.

 

I stand a ways back,

eyes averted,

nose plugged,

 

poking the bloated

question

with a thin oak twig.

 

every cricket chirp

or leafy crunch,

stops my heart,

but just long enough

to know that it really happened.

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

The first stanza is utterly gorgeous. How is the new job treating you?

[freelancejouster]

"poking the bloated question with a thin oak twig" i imaged it before you said it. good to know we're on the same page!

my advice? get the hell out of there.

[Chris]

hell of a mind pic...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stellar, awesome.

[kmartell]

...the inevitable is so inevitable sometimes.

i liked ..."stops my heart, but just long enough to know that it really happened"

keep sailing in yr moon boat you