"aplauds" poems
a sequined heap
lay at rest
vigorous violet
motionless.
A figure in indigo
(12 or so) – old enough to know
nudged and shoved with
palm and fist.
the heap lay
and she pounded;
a silent scream
crimson flood.
the heap lay
stone as earth;
to her knees
skull fell to skull.
the corpses rest,
the curtain closes and
the audience aplauds
as it always does.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC