Hush
Dashcam, she said, it’s from the dashcam
What do you say to that?
That wail, that sickening centuries old wail, that
Sound of ultimate suffering, that
Bell tolling warped steel tongue of a voice
Until the body ripped apart and flew away like
Ash on fire smoke into the night
She said, last time – like last time – like
THIS IS THE LAST TIME
Don’t look to me, don’t look at me
What do I have to offer?
This bloodied silver platter
Sans head on the dashcam
What do you say to God?
Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up and lock it away
THIS IS THE LAST TIME
I swear it was the last time
Bury it deep and
Hush
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If I was your editor, I would replace centuries with some word like ageless and sans with missing.
Very interesting and worth rereading
Thank you for your input.
Sabne, I thank you for you work to present poetry to the world with the ezine. I like this poem and want to thank you for posting it as well.
Aw, thank you! And thanks for being part of the Kinfolk. I need to get back to this challenge and write some more!?