The End Poem by Sharon Olds

The End

Rating: 3.6


We decided to have the abortion, became
killers together. The period that came
changed nothing. They were dead, that young couple
who had been for life.
As we talked of it in bed, the crash
was not a surprise. We went to the window,
looked at the crushed cars and the gleaming
curved shears of glass as if we had
done it. Cops pulled the bodies out
Bloody as births from the small, smoking
aperture of the door, laid them
on the hill, covered them with blankets that soaked
through. Blood
began to pour
down my legs into my slippers. I stood
where I was until they shot the bound
form into the black hole
of the ambulance and stood the other one
up, a bandage covering its head,
stained where the eyes had been.
The next morning I had to kneel
an hour on that floor, to clean up my blood,
rubbing with wet cloths at those glittering
translucent spots, as one has to soak
a long time to deglaze the pan
when the feast is over.


Anonymous submission.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 16 May 2017

The next morning...... thanks for posting.....

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 May 2017

Until they shot the bound! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Lantz Pierre 16 May 2017

Why do your comments so frequently exhibit such a rude indifference to the content of the poem and depth of feeling that the words convey? Do you even read the poems, or just pick out the first word or phrase that meets your eye? Seriously, I find your random interjections to be a rude assault on the art of poetry as a whole and to the efforts of individuals in particular.

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Susan Williams 16 May 2017

With that topic, it had to be powerful. And it was.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 November 2018

It still IS, dear Susan. Thank you that I may write this down here. Sincerely, Sylvia Frances Chan Jakarta born from The Netherlands.

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Tempus Fugit 17 September 2020

Absolutely vomitous, emetic little anti-abortion screed. One can only imagine what sort of creature Christofascist Olds must be!

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Tempus Fugit 17 September 2020

Utterly vomitous, emetic little anti-abortion screed. One can only imagine what sort of Christofascist SCUM Olds must be!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 May 2020

Awesome style and unique narration of the crash and injured therein. Well deserved modern poem of the day.

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Mahtab Bangalee 22 May 2020

The next morning I had to kneel an hour on that floor, to clean up my blood, rubbing with wet cloths at those glittering....everything is endless ending.... the end roundly comes but with a beginning of new something..... certainly great poem penned....10+

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 November 2018

An Excellently worded poem about a very difficult topic. Powerful Poem with brilliant metaphors, superbly phrased.Thank you for sharing this Unique Poem with an everyday subject.(but a very difficult topic though) ..

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