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Aftermath, by Lynne Schmidt

Posted on October 10, 2019

So then there’s this–

.              The moment after the storm

.              where you uncover your eyes,

.              and you survived but

.              everything else is rubble.

 

Your fingertips dig into the dirt

.              piled on your skin.

.              The puddles around you act

.              as a bath.

.              and you stand alone

.              in all this aftermath.

 

They’ll tell you to rebuild,

.            say it’s only a setback.

.            And when you hammer in your

.            first nail

.            trying to make a home,

.            you’ll find it’s a casket.

 

*The 64, best poets of 2018*

The Black Mountain Press