The Cleave Poetry Webzine [ISSN: 1758-9223]

Archive for September 22nd, 2008|Daily archive page

Cleave poem by Phuoc-Tan Diep

In submission on September 22, 2008 at 5:13 am

Steak and red wine

_______________The sirens whine-flames flash
_____and lights slice through smoke-
heavy with the smell of steak
shrouding bodies littering the ground-
charred at the edges.
__The policeman stalks a straight line-
I swallow, I gulp
_____________________I wobble,-
______________booze on my breath-
red wine
______________and guilt in my guts-
trying to conceal burnt meat.

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