Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
Requiem of Silence
Kelly Lorraine Andrews

I soothsay my water-lunged
death, thrum a fable of rebirth,

a casting of bone in a silver
still life mold, to be kept

in permanence for anyone
to hold. I awaken to a silken

bed. A wake in which
no one attends. No weeping,

no shaking, no sound.
Nothing moves. Only

a stirring to speak, a tempered
soothing in a shifting state.

I have but one requiem
to give in my name.

There is a truth inside
the fear of my own voice.

About Kelly Lorraine Andrews

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