Christine E. Maylath Poems

I watch Him.
He dances with an intense ferocity,
And his body glistening with sweat
is a siren call to me; And I am obsessed. But he is just an image on the screen,
...

They have gone, along with their laughter
which permeated throughout the house.
Now there is only a piercing silence
as that of an unwanted church.
...

The tangled mass of metal is reflected in their camera lenses. And a Princess lies dead. The twisted hulk of cold steel is ominously silent
broken only by the sound of continuous clicking cameras
which devour her as she lies within; And a Princess lies dead. Finally the clicking stops,
and like the proverbial rats they scurry back into their holes
...