Sunday 27 April 2014

Lifeless


a sheet covering hangs
without form shaping
my body beneath it-
grey feet are exposed
air heavy mocks the
mother mourning this loss
silence the voices loud and relentless
she pleads to those who won’t hear her
the swollen belly such joy and promise
and here in this noisy, brutal room she knows
darkness covers the surrounding streets
this day is brief, humid and silver
sandwiched between two nights
silence sucking hours then days into its cavernous hold.

Published in Garfield Lake Review 2014




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