—IT’S NOT THAT FAR BUT SOMEHOW OUT OF REACH

 

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You pinched our 

last pin 

of light out 

so casually

so tactfully 

as if you’d rehearsed 

the end for years 

but never told me

Maybe it’s better this way

the absence of color 

suffused with the onslaught of dark

I might have stood up to applaud if

you hadn’t buzz-sawed my legs off at the knees

 

So this morning 

I took every knife out 

from the drawers 

lined them up like good little soldiers 

or children who need to be taught 

to do better

I scolded them as you would and 

beat a few about the head 

or handle

It felt both evil and beautiful 

to have such command 

to damage something so belligerently 

For a few seconds 

I almost understood why 

you always looked skyward

during the carnage