I caught you. In the dark lanes,
on the highway
the signs of Armageddon.
You will go two years
to war, digesting
voicelessly the echoes of filthy battles.
Games. The distance will cost more
than memories, and when the seven-storey castle
crumbles, tell me, my lover,
who will address your fresh
baby-burned hands? Who will hold your
honey-jar, lick it with wild, devoted intent?
Or place your medals
on the mantle and embrace you faithfully
I am suffering like a sparrow
starring at spring massacred
but the stiff towers.
There are pebbles on the runway piled up like a great stone.
I am missing the means to confront this distress.
The hour glass has turned on its side. Can you help me?
We are identical, destined as one,
making love under a mute sky
while twilight still glows guiltlessly
in subtle glory.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry WLU- The Erratic Edition, Volume XXI” Spring/Summer 1991
Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst
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