|
there’s
a woman
screaming
on the radio
a cry
no one
will hear
can you hear
the crackle
of flames
making bright her
husband’s torso
somewhere
in the city
a home too
turns to ash
fire’s awful
whiplash |
an alarm
wails away
the moon
the woman hears
a riot
outside
her window
a shutter
& still she sleeps
through the night
broken halo
of light
a ghost & a song
you despise
grows teeth
in the lonely
mirror
of grieving |
inside a throat
morning
hides
a broken child
but there’s
no one
shattering
in the streets
in a skyful
thunder
bolts in her
head become
a new dissonance
a different light
a churchyard
expanding miles
south of this
silence |
