Poem for Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Delores

She was standing by the sea when
I told her. The fall from the top
of the silo
                The siren-like echo of his
                neck snapping.
The blood flowed reluctantly, like it
understood its betrayal.


She took it in.
The tide is higher than usual, she
sighed
               But the salt ain't stinging
               my feet at all.
Goddamn you, tell me about the echo
one last time.