NEW POEMS : FORMER PEOPLE: A JOURNAL OF BANGS AND WHIMPERS
THE POEMS OF OCTOBER
by R.M. ENGELHARDT
Relics
The burning smell of leaves
He dreams of
Her body stretched out
Upon the bed.
Samhain
Cold October.
She wears a mask
Drunken fucking to the rhythm
Of the dance
Like a final sacrifice to
The Gods.
She
She is the God
A Goddess in
Black makeup
The spell running
Thru us 7 times upon
The moonlit night’s
Frozen earth, throne
Of graveyard dust
These are the remains
Of what we once called love
Eaten by the cannibals
Down to it’s withered
Bones.
R.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet-writer currently living in Maine whose work over the years has been published in many journals both in print & upon the net including Retort, Red Fez, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, 2nd Ave Poetry, Rusty Truck & many others. He has also published several books including The Last Cigarette:…
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