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Can You Hear The Howling?

Poetry By: E Cluff
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This poem speaks of my struggle to come to terms with the loss of my sister to cancer. The Beast chased her to India and devoured her there.


Submitted:May 19, 2010    Reads: 123    Comments: 13    Likes: 7   


Last night I heard the howling again.

The coyote's yes, in their midnight sojourn for supper

and wild cacophony of yipes and shrieks,

but that's not the howling I speak of;

the howling that haunts me comes from a deep,

lonely place inside of me.

I try to hide from it but it finds me,

it always finds me.

I heard it coming for me a few days ago

when a friend boarded a plane for India

and headed toward that mysterious place.

My sister went to India

because she wanted to be healed,

but instead she died there.

I never saw her again.

When I last spoke to her

it was over a scratchy telephone line

in the middle of the night.

She sang to me a morphine induced aria

from an opera I had never heard,

but I wish now I could remember those words.

And there it is again, that howling.

Can you hear it?





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