Poetry
By
Cindy Main ©1996
Crash
he walked on
streets of broken
glass
eyes like
shattered windshields
scanned his perpetual
accident scene--
blood-stained kaleidoscope
in head-trauma whirl
glittering shards of dreams
cracked under his
lacerated feet
each cut slowed him down
let more air out
of his tired
lungs until he sat
on the curb
to wait for the ambulance
he never called
CONTAGION
don't want
to see
myself
in your mirror
warped
reflection turns earth-
bound brown
to falling-sky blue
wrong eyes
won't guide you
through this
disguised damnation
risking all to grab
a fleshless hand
let go
and look ahead
because i can't
look behind me
once
the mirrors are covered
DIRGE
metronome heart
beats against
time
to end this
wicked song
filling my ears
with the flat hum
of nothing
but
i can still hear
a demon chorus
of flies
gathering
mouths open wide
as they wait for
the last note