by Regina Kandraska
I hear the tapping in my brain,|
a reveille that brings me back to the bloody streets,
where I stopped heartbeats and inflicted pain -
where I erupted tears and tore limbs,
leaving broken bodies, sacrificed...
to the greedy landscape in the sun...
building another calvary.
A calvary I see in my mind's eye,
replaying each cut and bruise -
like a saber gone amuck,
glistening in the desert heat...
reminding me of what I know
and pointing to the pictures,
in the cinema of my brain.
Alone in my room,
I try to silence the pounding of the pain...
the tap, tap, tap of memory and dread...
catching the shattered scale of justice -
blazing before my eyes...
and lighting the way...
for the pistol I put to my head.
Copyright © 2008 - Regina Kandraska
Published: 5/1/08 · Author's Page · Next Poem