No Good Thing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic


No Good Thing

 

It augured a bad season,

for a million raindrop reasons.

But when I found her dead body,

floating in the water trough,

I knew no good thing

would come this summer.

Bagging her small balck corpse,

a pang stabbed my heart,

as old woman crow

was a favorite of mine,

her ancient call

raspy and raw,

like one of those women in a Texas bar,

who drank too much whiskey

and flirted too far.

She had been ripped open,

from throat to tail.

Her murder, her protectors had failed.

The son I named Balitmore

watched from the trees,

his usual raucous singing

silenced while watching me

wokring her funeral on my knees.

Like me, he was knowing

as I drained the tub,

her death water flowing,

That no god thing would come this summer.


Submitted: October 28, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Cecille d. Brant. All rights reserved.

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