The Thing Ahead
On the crust of a fresh fall,
a beginning that may or may-not be
around the corner.
But so I will do the wait or the talk -
I will deal with the bloody aftermath
and press my hands together.
There’s not much more that can be taken -
the pipes are frozen and nothing liquid is getting through.
The maggots are worshipping the corpse again
like specks of spotted mould settling on society’s throne.
I relate to the stone, and also to the sea
that thrashes against the stone and breaks it down.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Writers Haven – Verse Land”
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