Saturday, April 6, 2013

Another poem for poetry month


After deaths
shared, breaths
held, words
measured, false gods,
now we don’t speak.

Remember the tall hay,
gooseberries? I dared you
to climb that tree.

It’s time
to cobble us together again,
no one left but us
to die.



Rae said...

I like this, especially the gooseberries and cobbled.

sarah willis said...

Thanks, Rae!