Article: The Unconsoled.(Poem)

 
The Unconsoled 
 
   That blood-curdling cry, that sharp ascending wail: 
   Wooooh sweet jesus somebody wake up the world! 
   Adrenaline still courses through my veins 
   And I am running banging on my own front door 
   To rouse my father slow to rouse inside; 
   When the 911 woman asks if he's alive 
   I tell her I don't know his wife just found 
   Him please god you've got to send someone! 
 
   After the coroner has come and shown 
   How purple marks on the dead man's chest spell heart 
   Attack, pronounced him dead, zipped up the bag 
   And gone, She, the girl I was, stands out 
   Behind her neighbor's pulpwood truck--the truck 
   He did not drive today, nor will ...

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