Murderous Weapons

I send a handful of cherry skulls

Bouncing and stuttering on the pavement;

And my thoughts lie stiff

On pallid paper.

I tore the flesh from the cherries

With my teeth;

And my pen butchered

The beauty in my mind.

Marie Luhrs

SORROW

Sorrow, with pointing silver hands-

Sorrow has found me.

Sorrow holds beauty in those hands

And binds it around me.

Sorrow, with silently perfect lips,

Smiling and wise,

Sorrow is pressing a solemn kiss

Over my eyes.

Sorrow is giving me curious life

To wear for a shroud.