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The Thing About Oil Spills II

written by: Godfrey Holy


My neck no longer bears
your cinderblocks
I sit on them at the bottom of
your forlorn lake
I like the way your reflection floats
oil and water a struggled blend
dance upon dance tired and tried
The way you ebb into oblivion,
the way you hold on to opinions
the way you loom large,
like a giant perilous bubble
bloated begging puncture
From this depth, I will keep
your ego well inflated,
your rituals of ignorance
I will wear as amulets
against the toxins in
my pillow.



Godfrey Holy

Godfrey Holy

Godfrey Holy is a published author of several anthologies (In the Crosshairs, A promise of Doves among others). He has been a guest author in several other books. He resides close to Boston with his wife and three kids.
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