He was dead twenty mintues
before they knew.
As he chilled, suringe still in his neck
His friends, caught in their releif
Of Their pain free moments,
simply did not know.
She sat in the cold March slush puddle
chanting "No, no, no, " rocking, rocking
front to back "Why, Why, Why."
He was her husband.
Matt pulled Johnny into the back seat
and felt his cold lips and cooling skin
and knew the black blood pouring out
His shirt and skin and Johnny...
Johnny No matter what,
was dead.
And then the rushing hurst
screaming into the dark, cold,
early night, DOA, DOA,DOA,
She lies awake at night
Turning the knife over and over
Keeping the pain fresh, open, burning,
I didn't even know he was dead.
When sleep comes deep, dark, oblivion,
As she rests in his track freed arms
He strokes her pain and loves her.
Love survives the permence of death.
Links To My Other Poems
Quiet (Home In The Grasses)
Which Child? for Crystal
Angry Daughter
Happy Birthday Reading Misty's Aura
My Hope Is Gone
You Saved My Life
Forehead Brush
In A Room With No Arms
MISSED OPPORTUNITY
In The Shadow Of The Bottle
A Rainbow
Beginning Poems
Middle Poems
Later Poems
