obits, poetry

tonight i can write the saddest lines

Some of the saddest news I've heard in a while: Nicholas Hughes, son of Sylvia, has committed suicide.Nick and the CandlestickSylvia PlathI am a miner. The light burns blue.Waxy stalactitesDrip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom.Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls,Cold homicides.They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calciumIcicles, old echoer.Even… Continue reading tonight i can write the saddest lines