ghost, ghost; poetry

[cridecoeur]

title: ghost, ghost
author: cridecoeur
type: poetry


Feel the clockwork motion of a man
pushing
a woman away, pushing
a woman away in the rain
feel the clockwork motion of her
falling
feel his distemper conjuring
the slick squeal of tires on wet asphalt,
a squeal and a bang
slickening the street to red
oh, what have you done my boy?

What have you done, you have killed her,
she’s lying there dying,
big-eyes, big-mouth, big breaking bones.

What will you do with her now?

Bury her, I suppose.