Wittol

Sharp knife
Never tested
Fingers framed in frozen pain
Hilted release
Whisky cares when no one dares
Repair the magic
Blackened by faceless bases
Servile serpents
Snaking through darkness
Whet with watered fear
Nameless shameful maggots
Foundering
Simmering under stones
Brimmed in red
Clay
Where it all began
One-hundred pounds
A rib
A breath of life
Stirs
And raises the snow white sheet
Crimson christened
For time-last-over
Sharp knife
Resting
Like a faithless heart
Tested once


This Poem was first published in the September 2013 issue of Fresh Ink, the journal of the California Writers Club, Inland Empire Branch.

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