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G. Greene

​

                Singular

There are so many
hard parts:
I’m not sure the plural
even applies.
Perhaps
the quietus of joy,
the crackling static of pain,
the sandpapered light,
your missing scent,
the fog of boredom,
the mummy’s embrace of depression,
the silence
that rings off these walls,
perhaps all of these
are simply one thing
now,
the after.

​Serial Killer


Even serial killers do everyday things.
The serial part of serial killer
doesn't mean one right after the other.
It's not like serial killers
work an eight-hour serial killing shift
with a quota to meet,
or the boss asks them to work
overtime because one of the other
serial killers called in sick and
the bodies aren't piling up.
 
No,
serial killers do their serial killing
between the routine stuff.
They get the groceries,
then kill somebody.
Restain the deck,
mow the lawn, maybe a nap -
then a little killing.
They take vacations
and when they return
there's killing to do
to get caught up.
 
But I'm not like
other serial killers.
I'm lucky that way.
I've no schedule to observe,
no master to serve.
I don't eat
or sleep
or get bored
or need a change.
I'm tireless,
relentless,
a prolific assassin of souls,
not bodies,
seeking my next living victim.
I am grief.

​As Morning Approaches


​If you’ve watched
a honeyed autumn dawn
pour over Boston
from the eighth floor
of a hospital
as your love lies
in the bed behind you,
your shoulders quaking
with stifled tears
lest she wake
to see what’s in your eyes,
to know you believe
she’s dying,
with nothing left to try
and you’ll not share this season again,
you can learn to hate
fall’s golden light
in memory and recurrence.
Editor's Note: G. Greene's poetry books include, but are not limited to, Poems in a Time of Grief, which can be purchased at Indigo.
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