Judith A. Brice: No Moon Shadows
I can’t find your God
in the graves of my pain,
no moon shadows to pluck
from evensong
nor steel stillness
in silhouettes
of these sneaky weeks to come.
I can only feel
one long restive scream,
too many creaking fissures
in bones once rent
and no peace
or silence in my home.
Copyright 2017 Judith A. Brice
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