When she died
Yes she died
Silent convulsive tears
Erupted deep down
In imagined diaphragm
Yes she’s dead real dead
Someone busy said
Proffering a chair
‘Is this the dead chair?’
after a pause one asked
A blue dark phone rang
‘He showered
he shaved,
he came back from the grave.
Lazarus…
Lazarus…’
~
The daily drudge is on.
Walk away, walk away.
Up and down the garden path
fetch your underwear.
Walk away, walk away
One step, two step…
collapse on the prickly pear.
Walkaway, walkaway
~
‘Sea above us,
sky below,
we’re upside down,
head to toe!’
We got morning, we got day
It ain’t raining, it ain’t grey
Need a shower, need a shave
only love from love can save
Ate cake before bed,
coffee found congealed
intact, redeemable: stirred,
revived, microwaved.
Stay of execution granted
Just three hours before deadline –
brutal brinkmanship
orders from the DA
reprieved to death row
there’s no place like home
green, green grass
to touch, taste, smell
Each dawn I live.
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Grimbeau 