THE BITTER ZING

by Ann Mortifee

Here amidst the midnight rains

Skeleton stones stand blackened against the sky

Let them die

These carrion corpses

You cannot carry them forever

Unity lies not upon sheets of silver

But here among the ruins

Of yesterdays dreamings

Let all expectation fall away

Like great stones

Crumbling from altars

Once so fair

Where hopes once fluttered

In a sun drenched breeze

Now only darkness reigns

If you can claim

This emptiness for yours

It will hollow a place

So terrible

Nothing will suffice

And in the vice of such a void

The noise of all that silence

Will shatter your illusion

And free the fettered slave

Severed from the future

And the past

The last attempt at something

Will ric-a-shea away

Leaving nothing in its silent wake

But a world grown vibrant

From the bitter zing

Of disappointment

Embraced

copyright Ann Mortifee 1998

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