Martha J. Eshelman Poems

Death stands by his closet dressing.
He checks his date book. Twice.

Death dresses in black like a cat burglar,
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Childhood ended with Mother's decree
we no longer play together
for reasons
obscure
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put out the moon
reach up, clasp it
press its ends closed upon themselves
wrap this ring in fallen leaves
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Rosy fingers cupping
tawny breasts,
I rise
dripping
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Take it from one who knows
Hell is just around the corner
and its cold
bone-cracking soul-searching cold
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I like to stick my toungue out
I like to scream and shout
I like to push my lips away
and pout and pout and pout.
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My shadow reels
in and out, long and short,
single, double, dark, light
negating street lamps
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And man said
'let there be light'
and there was light -
a mushroom cloud -
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came before the need,
was tossed in the garbage bin
to rot with apple peels and empty bottles
of aloe vera sun screen,
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Town is where widowed grandmas live
near Finnish Lutheran churches
lighted by stained-glass oil lamps -
cherished reliques of the homeland.
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