even now by Randy Koch

a wren curses a cancerous mare,

crosses a maze a war-worn crew roams.

swoons. a snow vane careens near a

snare sewn across arms, overrun.

 

a woman caresses a scar warm as cream

or manure, raw as a worn nerve,

curvaceous as a sneer. caroms,

savors a scream, moans, comes,

 

amuses us. we never converse. one

score, one scam, one nervous usurer

means no severance, no more

rescues. we assume ransom or razors

 

warn us. we raze venom, rancor, our

suave course run. no season was a worse

mess. unsure now, even we renounce our

narrow meanness. even, we accuse us.

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Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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