Thursday, March 3, 2016

the persistence of memory.


she refuses to end sentences with terror
though images of vacant desert landscapes
force the last breath of air from her lungs

seconds are melting incomprehensible
a soft voice answering and consoling
though she is holding hostage a velvet rage

she watches a woman dousing wreckage with the sea
a bare branch and timepiece on a bedside table
drown by rebirth and the flocks are coming



© 3.3.2016 heather brager

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