Six Feet

Make what you want of it, I hate these brief descriptions. My first poem since 4th grade

Six Feet

one foot
firmly planted
one hovering

cold darkness
cold oblivion
cold hell

shell chamber
warm lips
cold barrel

push the toe, push the toe

husbandless wife
fatherless son
fatherless daughter

scattered blood
scattered bone
scattered brain

teacherless students
leaderless followers
lightless light

push the toe, push the toe

fatherless son
fatherless daughter
husbandless wife

clean blood
clean bone
clean brain

trembling light
knowing fear
wracking pain

push the toe, push the toe

fatherless daughter
husbandless wife
fatherless son

childless parents
brotherless brothers
brotherless sister

loveless love
tearless tears
love tears

push the toe, push the toe

husbandless wife
fatherless son
fatherless daughter

no

j.h.
oct. 2007