Sitting with the Dead

Pain hangs
an unwelcome 
guest at the
edges of celebration

through lash spikes
I follow him
curled and quiet
on a pongee wave

silent reminder
that his power 
here is 
        no 
            more

She lies
an unbroken
beauty 
head back
mouth agape
as though she is
singing

singingsingingsinging
sing
     ing

and I
still curled
still quiet
applaud

and Pain
slithers shattered
out the blackened
door


©sdrogers 5 september 2014






2 thoughts on “Sitting with the Dead

  1. Joann says:

    Amazing woman
    Leaving small flakes of your soul
    As some shed dandruff

  2. thank you for that, Joann 🙂

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