Death is here,
blocking the vents,
betrothed to this January month.
It is here and it won’t leave.
It is here like a crack in a doll’s head
where all the bad weather pours in
and builds until the frame is broken
and the child remains without.
Death is not soothing
but grates like granite against glass
and takes with it all sense of sanity.
It severs the fingertips and holds
the mind hostage in its slow decline.
It clings like hot molasses, here
it clings and makes a pit in every
Here, death is, ugly death, no-way-around-it death.
Death riding the back of one I love.
Death, owning all,
making no concessions, offering
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Mount Parable Poetry Forum” November 2015
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