Alone with Death




When the wind and the water and the whirling all died

And no one was left to be your bride

And your only thought was homicide

And god was a gutless guide


When Aaron couldn’t speak and Moses couldn’t raise his staff

And no prophet could pass a polygraph

And the witch in triumph was heard to laugh

And the temple was borne of death and graft


When the sun made us cancerous and cold

When the moon spewed lunacy and doom

When the stars were pustules eating the dead groom



Copyright, David Gottfried, 1996


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