The wife of the missing man

Flashbulbs
Lightning struck
In all the same places

Black three legged creatures
With eyes that never blink
Tilt pan like ravens
On listen for subterra morsel

A microphone posy
Bloomed in witness formation

Gathered in
Absence of Man

Does she cry enough?
Is she Wife enough?

#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 12

This poem appears in


Wire Walkers

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2014