THE MORNING AFTER
Published Sunday, June 11, 2006 by GABRIEL C. ZOLMAN | E-mail this post
(Part nine of a ten-poem story-arc. From the "Carnal Forgeries" series.)THE MORNING AFTERLovers, liars, funeral pyres...
The jigsaw pieces of a corpse dismembered...
The crystal, razored shards you step on:
Shattered faith, a heart of glass.
Our house is much the same, as I remember.
Raw, bloody feet stepped past a heart more tender.
Now only larger stones to be thrown
Shall I ever truly desire...
As I sweep the shattered past.
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