04-24-2016, 01:35 AM
Aftermath
Dark varnished maple floorboards
vanish flat in every direction
washing toward baseboards.
The south wall memorializes
blood spatter patterns-
white on white.
Dead space poised, dead air
like snipers holding their breath.
Everyone is issued a piccolo,
tries awkwardly to do their best,
talent or lessons or no.
The notes bounce up and down waiting.
I can’t find the right distance.
I can’t stop, will never
stop wandering these rooms,
watering dead plants.
The difference between a cross
and a crucifix is the presence
of a body.