Erin Thomas

Rookie (Riverside, California)

Inhumation - Poem by Erin Thomas

Locked wards cower in the distant gloom;
Grated windows pattern all my dreams;
Heavy haze distorts my heavy mood.

        My eyes are weary of watching faded lights;
        I wait throughout the dismal night to hear
        The call of a rooster just beyond my sight.

                Silence is an ever-present drone;
                Tempered springs betray my slightest move;
                Grated windows pattern all my dreams.

These cinderblocks enfold my spirit in lime;
Interred in tomblike walls of concrete halls,
My eyes are weary of watching faded lights.

        Thoughts amid this broken darkness brood;
        Restless motions lurk within the shade;
        Tempered springs betray my slightest move.

                This is the crypt where my rotting soul is set,
                Thus laid to rest beyond that twilight hail,
                The call of a rooster just beyond my sight.

Time is fractured into mental shards,
Strewn against the darkness of my view;
Restless motions lurk within the shade.

        And the images betray my heart with lies
        That flash against my mind as crumbled hopes;
        My eyes are weary of watching faded lights.

                Here i watch them phase in empty hues,
                Omens of a future laid in brick
                Strewn against the darkness of my view.

This lucid static is comfort of a sort
That’s lost with every sunrise when i hear
The call of a rooster just beyond my sight.

        Black within the slowly rising brume,
        Locked wards cower in the distant gloom,
        Omens of a future laid in brick;
        Heavy haze distorts my heavy mood.

                I dread the sound that will end another night,
                A sound that seals my fate within this hell—
                My eyes are weary of watching faded lights—
                The call of a rooster just beyond my sight.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Completed December 30,2004.
Published in Awakenings Review in Summer of 2007.


This is a hybridanelle poem, which interlaces the stanzaic components of the villanelle and terzanelle poetry forms.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013


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