Gunny Sack of Blubber

I abandoned love while in the arms of

One loved despairingly.  I loved before

That moment like a mother’s helpless love

When baby has been murdered by the roar

Of bombs.  The arms around me drew me close

And suddenly the tortured love became

A corpse, a corpse I hugged.  The poison dose

Was part of an embrace that snuffed the flame

Of decades.  Suddenly the love long fresh

Became a thing of death like slobbing fat.

A sack of grain made up of fat flopped flesh

Against the soul of beauty.  That was that.

  I stayed as still as Lucifer but then

    I pulled away and kicked the lost amen.

© Phillip Whidden