Saturday, August 30, 2008

Spiders in the Mansion

The room is dark,
at odds with itself
and the tumbled clutter it holds.

A low-watt lamp comes wearily to life
and excites a scattering of roaches
within its punumbra.

It doesn’t matter who does what to whom.

The grief is always the same
rivulling across her forehead
making angry puddles on the floor.

David L. Davis