Gayle Elen Harvey
Someone you love dies suddenly as blood loses its way
to the pulse, as a plane loses altitude, blooms
fire, plunging toward the unbearable
Death was wrong.
It was someone else he hunted
but someone you love dies, leaving you grief,
its declarative sentence, rowboat
taking on water, hundreds
of cuts in your throat
Grief with the lid off,
bottom falling out
its nap and shift destroying in you forever
all that is green.
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