Syntax: Postlude to Love

tiers of words

enveloping

c
a
s
c
a
d
i
n
g
salted

fresh with tears

and

gusts of crocodile
b r e a t h

taking

d
o
w
n

my meat from dust-

covered shelves that

I m a y d a n c e

cheek to cheek with

your butcher's knife

the spring ran dry

exhausting itself

with racking gurgles

and in the wake

of its demise

the romantics arose

to bury our relationship

in the bloodied adjectival phrases

where it died that morning.

`

poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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