HerName

By Tony Lopresti

Her name thrust on twisting winds

 

Screws a hole through his heart

Where the souls of forever trample back and forth

Shouting his sufferings, dancing his deaths.

Entwined in the black wet gape she leaves in him

He sobs into the sea the roars of his aloneness.

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