Friday, 6 December 2013

SCARLET JOY


She cannot
Remember
What
It does
Not feel like,
This cancer
That eats at her

Stiff-necked,
Half-deaf
She pens
Words
That
Lie
Limp
On
A
Greying
Page

They come
In spasms
Like the
Throbbing
Of her sunken
Veins

They break
Her spirit

Cold
Tears
Betray
Her resolve

Death racks
The body
Of the
Poet

Death,
Her uncanny muse

Sprawled
Before the altar
She prays

Lead her
To the heart
Of Pilate's
Court,
Silent listener

Lead her
To
Scarlet Joy

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