(freaky photo courtesy of Photobucket)
This piece is from an extremely interesting prompt over at Big Tent Poetry, which led me to the fascinating "Dead Man" poetry of Marvin Bell. There is no way I could ever do justice to his idea, but here is my lame attempt...
The dead girl waits and watches.
No hurry now, nowhere to be.
And in her final, numbing rest,
she listens to the screams of others.
The cries of pain, injustice, fear.
Sadness thick with held-back tears.
The panicked heart, the strangled throat,
it’s all but curiosity to the dead girl.
The dead girl hears each lament.
Even in silence the dark seeps through,
and in her repose, she only knows,
the futility of emotion.