In memory of David Auman
1975-2008
Old Relatives
By David Auman
Sitting in a darkened room
staring at the curtains
I see a house.
Scavenger dogs run through it
picking at remains
of lost relatives.
The mailman brings
nothing to the door.
He is walking in circles
through the yard.
Dust falls to the ground
beneath him.
I see a cast of haunting spirits
in the house
gathered around a child.
They drain his eyes of radiance.
Pools now filled with broken leaves.
Angels at my side
playing carnal games.
Their wings beating luxuriously
soft hissing moans.
Old Relatives
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Re: Old Relatives
Some of the best free-form poetry I've read in awhile