Was it you, unknown hand
pulled me into the wreck of my life?
I leaned over the bridge
the air, black
blood in my veins like ice
your hand held me hard
its grip in the blackness tightened
strangely warm
rain braided down, down my hair
you groped for a vestige
inside a mountain
a barrow of sand heaped in my heart
to suffocate love's voice
rain eroded the sand,
exposing your footprints
in the hardpan mud
your grinning skull emerged
rain became blood
beating down on me hard and
with it your claw
your handsome impostor claw
my cross's fiber
juts skyward from rotten flesh
of these fragile
and shattered dreams
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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