Grief
Deep, dark red
thick as tomato sauce
left to dry
with a fork
stuck in it
on a black plate.
While everything is still
a child’s tears
flood the room
and he coughs his
throat dry.
*Poem written in 2002.
Deep, dark red
thick as tomato sauce
left to dry
with a fork
stuck in it
on a black plate.
While everything is still
a child’s tears
flood the room
and he coughs his
throat dry.
*Poem written in 2002.