The Lost (Poetry Monthly)

Committed to memory

black and white shot

through with orange fire

blood red

stay forever

burnt into retinas

dna-cid melting

white-hot-wired

to the heart

radio-active transmissions

transgressions

So easy to die

The bright light in your eyes

choked out of your beautiful frail frame

lost control

again

the dead slip through fingers

like beads on a rosary   

watch the faces

as they pass

wait

for your own

to come around

and

that was the last spin

of the turntable

my love

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