Rictus

Here's one of my latest poems. I've been in a morbid mood since the tsunami disaster (150,000 dead and counting). I wrote this one back in July, but it befits my present morosity.

Rictus

No more breathing.
We’re no strangers, here, to Death.
She’s our mistress;
Slipping down staircases
And hiding in closets.
Raped nightly, she screams out silence
Like an open maw, like a
raptured tongue;
Side-splittingly funny
We cry until we laugh.

-- 10 Jul 04