As I watched from a distance
‘Our’ park
in the new moon dark
still hear
my wife wring
(and how the words still sting)
“I love you
my darling”
and now
she will
forever more

My heart skipped as she kissed him
sweat poured
my mind soared
and how
the still night roars
from two thuds
following two slugs
then the deed was done

Bodies slid in their own blood
mixed with
the wet dew
carried down
into their wet womb
by stone shoes
where one size
fits all

Wet gloom holds a new tomb
two souls
dancing far below
blank faces
slowly swaying
to the current’s tune

From the banks of the deep end
went my wife
and my best friend
a mirrored lake
holds a pale face
a cracked grin
holds a deep sin
staring back at me

10/11/2007

Author's Note: A poem loosely written to the tune of "Banks of the Deep End" by Gov't Mule.

Posted on 10/11/2007
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