The Yawning Grave
written by: David Estringel
@The_Booky_Man
What waits (for you)
beyond cold reliefs of
endless sleep
and the gossip of earthworms?
I scry the shadows (for answers)
stretching ‘cross your new marriage bed—
a stone for a pillow and
blanket of red posey—
but they scurry and scatter
like children
with the rolling of clouds across the sun.
How I long for the cradle
of loving arms
and the smell of kitchen on
your clothes.
Though I hear the beckoning
of the yawning grave,
wailing and ached,
like a baby bird awaiting its first
taste of flesh,
I will not take its hand
nor tarnish my finger with its
dubious promise.
Summer is no time for the cold.
David Estringel is a Xicanx writer/poet with works published in literary publications like The Opiate, Azahares, Cephalorpress, DREICH, Somos en escrito, Ethel, The Milk House, Beir Bua Journal, and The Blue Nib. His first collection of poetry and short fiction Indelible Fingerprints was published April 2019, followed Blood Honey and Cold Comfort House (2022), Little Punctures (2023), and Blind Turns in the Kitchen Sink (scheduled for July 2023). David has written six poetry chapbooks, Punctures, PeripherieS, Eating Pears on the Rooftop, Golden Calves and Blue (2023), and Sour Grapes (coming 2024).
Latest posts by David Estringel (see all)
- Boy with a Box Full of Wasps - January 2, 2025
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