life will mock you
as it does me.
will drag your aunt from the world
as joints burn down to fingertips
overlooking a valley
800 feet above sea level,
the only clouds distant & below,
sun hung high to your rear.
will strand you by the sea
bitter with salt & fortune.
a wicked bullet spinning in the chamber of a revolver,
the ways to die beyond measure.
she went screaming at her brother
in a haze of confusion.
what’s happening gary?
what does the reverend offer his wilting sister?
“nothing you need worry about right now.”
voice easy & gentle
as the dandelion is scattered by the wind.
you cannot shake what the mind latches onto.
her sunken eyes,
starved arms & face.
her mother’s reflection.
last moments of a sunset
dipping below final horizon.