poMotion poetry

The Early Afternoon on That First Day

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When the plump-fingered assassins arrived
Beating their ringing chests
And lined up like in a toy store window at the place
Where they had buried you knee deep in the earthen floor
You were gone

You had told us you would be gone but the shock
Of your actual absence
And what light there was in the little room
Sought out the steel men where we had fallen

And you were gone though I had doubted you would be
Just like the light that sticks to the steel skin
Would leave me to believe we were the only things in the room

But for the sound of a saw in a tree
That I had always imagined would sound like your laughter

By Noah West


Written by lickmypoetry

May 28, 2010 at 7:48 pm

Posted in poem, poetry

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3 Responses

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  1. The combination of images of industry and feelings of loss. Very powerful. I live in chainsaw town…so the last image is a striking one for me. Thanks.


    May 29, 2010 at 7:47 am

  2. you leave a bittersweet ache deep in the blood and the bones of who i am with this picture and its imagary- thank you for sharing your talent

    julie mccurdy

    May 30, 2010 at 2:45 am

  3. Thank you both for you generous and insightful readings.



    June 1, 2010 at 7:29 am

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