With This Ring.... Poem by Jamie Dewyer

zapato calls at 4 am
rust crowds my voice like blackmail
the 9mm is inches away
i get in the car and drive 475 past blackout streets with weathered soldiers of
forgotten wars half dead under the starving moon

there are vines wraping up over the highway... nude
corpses covered in underbrush like forgooten toys
in an abandoned attic
the street lights that haven't worked in years sway in the stillborn wind
when i see him he is slumped over the overpass bridge, smelling of rum and 40 years of soul-suffering
he is holding a small gold wedding band in his hand
she
he starts to say
his face breaks apart like a frozen pinata
i hand him the gun
and drive away


written by jamie dewyer
7-14-09
2: 52 am