Thunder To Cross
I fell, without colour, separated
from purpose – a delight to the
violence of mediocrity.
This character I have seen form
is on exhibition, it has gained
sanity but lost its genius.
The burning bodies of grief
lingering from house to house.
Pollution put under the tongue like cyanide.
I wore that slipper. I left what I held sacred
for a more tangible condition.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016
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