Monday, November 11, 2013

Poem #2




        


      Your death has
split me
wide open,
I am gutted
like a  steer
freshly slaughtered.

Your death
has spared me
nothing
in horror,
in terror.
in guilt.

What I didn’t expect,
had no way
of knowing,
was that the
depth I
plummeted
would
also find
new depths of
living
&
loving
&
laughter.