For once didn’t
and I saw the
panic
in his eyes –
a slower drainage than
you would expect –
the possibilities
receding like
tubwater
well before
the gurgle.
For once didn’t
and I saw the
panic
in his eyes –
a slower drainage than
you would expect –
the possibilities
receding like
tubwater
well before
the gurgle.
For all the volume
it’s clear:
the stakes are low.
that confounding fear of descent –
is a lovely flaw,
a flaw for the sake of the chick.
This set of three poems was prompted by the untimely death of a young mother. May she rest in peace and may her family know the consolation of a loving (the living) God.
1. SHE IS SCHOOLED IN THE HARDER MYSTERIES-
in the grammar of disappointment
and math of endless days.
2. WHAT IS SPENT
to prevent
the one final flare-out?
3. SUICIDE FLOWERS
Wouldn’t they make you sick,
your mother gone
and these instead,
pert with the pollen of dropsy?