After Robert Hayden
Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand
By the window looking out
Stars excommunicated, the sky, faithless, black
Children in torn pants and shirts devouring
Air for oxygen, for food, and
A woman suckles a pup at her breast
Her newborn clawing at naked feet
Unable to pray, or pretend, I wish
That change comes with blinks
But, I am, I am a prisoner of logic
And reality is the way I left it
So I set the table, like you, for three
In case another joins me from the street
I won’t eat, though, I won’t eat
Until you come back
An emotional piece
Thanks for leaving a few words. Emotion is one of the things we can hope to bring out when we write. It’s nice that you felt something with this one.
Thanks. Glad you thought so.
A heart-wrenching piece set in a terrifying post-apocalyptic world. It takes a lot of skill to both construct the world and then infuse the narrative with emotion. I enjoyed this.
Oh my god! Such imagery, and then swoon tingles, by the end!
Thanks so much 🙂