Unresolved but Resolute

by
 

Sarah Gallant
 

She has eaten rocks and worms
face down to the ground, crusty
with the best of them..
besieged and afire with the burning sadness
such memories bring.
Always uncomfortable with the
rusty metallic mouth, and the poison-sharp points of
nails beheaded as they pierce
through the cadaver-like calm,
hammering like some demented darts,
yet wavering and ever watchful so as not to
pin innocent anyone's to the cross ;
down too far...a sign ?
yet resolute, driving, driven...
as breathless, the wind whispers
"all things shall pass".
But they don't.
The howling moment passes.
The emotions and reasons, deadened and debilitated
as ears deafen, and doors slam closed,
only recede into the inner depths
there greeted unsanctimoniously
by the rest of it's vile unresolved population;
clamped in a resonating eternal vice--
in fear of their next
insurrectionary resurrection.

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