Take those limbs and tear them apart
give them away to the needy
for love, for pain, for a breath come at last.
Explode the tears, vanish the soul
grab at those insides feed them to the dogs
shed the juices of vague sweetness and steel.
Twigs in a game of poker for the destitute
trap the heart, squeeze it in the fatal vise
slowly moving between galaxies and destinies.
Capture the breath in the infinite cosmos
dim its light and crush its last hope
it is time to break this life in two.
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Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
