I’m walking away
from him and the wall;
the calcite heart
and bleached bones
of The End of the Road.
I’ve clawed
at crumbling matrimony –
those flashes of fevered lips
and that bitch’s hips
in our sweat-drenched bed.
I’ve torn at ossified lies
‘til nails and fingers are shreds
and my love has bled
and congealed in his eyes.
Yet I still smell her lust on his skin
and taste her brazen name
on his breath
like death.
I look back
and his gaze lifts me
beyond the wall.
I’d imagined a necropolis
with the carcass of us rotting
beneath mud-clotted dreams –
the remains of our pledge
churning through
glutinous worms...
instead, our shadows dance
in the fluorescent kiss
of the moon.
The unexpected contrast of the beautiful haiku like love poem that is the last stanza with the raw savagery of metaphorical expressions of resignation, anger and despair in the first three stanzas is what makes this such a brilliant poem in my opinion. Just stunning, Susan. I have to recommend this.