The House

they say jesu,
but it was really you

to think back on lightbulbs
and shards that tore through

had stored one more that
even your hat couldn't save you

popped like a grape, your head
it was red, we kept it in bed

your lover, mother, cloaked
the White cotton sheets and blue coat

were soaked, were a patriotic waste,
but they were for your sake

when we�d made it past the war
the mud and the blood jelly

she died riding a plastic horse
with pieces, necrotic,
they were glued to her belly

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

For the war sentiment, this ROCKED! Clean it up and you could have a piece of gold on your hands. I LOVED the last stanza, by the way.