Departure of the Grey Goose

She lay there
As calm as the still waters in springtime
Heard nothing but sounds that didn’t rhyme
Showers of sweat and saliva washed her bloody cheeks
Heavy fists forced her wrists over her defeated head
To the side edge of a sofa
Or is it the edge of a bed?

Her eyes were wide open
Through the tears she was watching
Saw a blur of a face
A different one every minute
Though the features weren’t in it
Except for a grin
Teeth...bigger than the humans’
Warm drools
Falling on her gelid breasts,
Her scratched neck
Her bruised chin
From the no-face grin

She laid there
As calm as the desert sands after an angry storm
And the pain.. awaking
With the departure of the Grey Goose

“Misses Prey?
What did you see?...
Here, cover up your skin.
...Are there wounds within?
Was this the work of the No-Face Grin?

Cradles of Sandbags

Cradles of sandbags
and over the edge hangs
tomorrow

Cradles of sandbags
houses are bashful
and shallow

Cradles on hay
no babies per se
just voices

Cradles of May
left drying for days
no roses

Piles of dog tags
nuclears, guns, tanks
and sorrow

Cradles of sandbags
the hours need moments
to borrow

Drowned here today
the soul left at bay
eroded

No dreamer is near
and if he were here
he'd poke it.