Friday, November 24, 2017

His Rendezvous (Day 310)


In the end he was quickly granted his 
rendezvous   saying little   connecting among 
the ghosts of school-room conversations after 
his charade of rochambo crushed the bodies 
of those children with their knowing eyes.

Little by little we begin to break ranks   
mothers unable to restrain us with the old 
dreams we left behind in their wombs   
fingering our superstitious thoughts like prayer 
beads and furrowing our brows when we realize 
none of our messages have been opened   
none received. 

And yet many linger in the hard winter sun
waiting to see   knowing that men such as 
these always do themselves in by 
murdering what they have already won 
during a time when they believe they haven’t.





Note: This poem was inspired by a few random lines
of The Complete Essays, by Michel de Montaigne, 
which I chopped, scrambled, and tinkered with for
an enjoyable hour or two.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image based on a photo by Gage Skidmore