Wind Song-Nathan McCool/God of Dregs

The wind blows in from the west today, and
cigarette ashes blow from shaky hands
onto my feet – still vacant of motion and their pursuit
of love left paralytic. I put my lips on the edge
of a windowsill candle and I become the flame.
The wind blows in from the north, and I am
all crimes of passion and renewed faith
in beauty;
but you know it’s all drowning slow in this
mournful wax placenta.
The wind blows in from the south and
a flock of birds impregnates the air
one more time with songs of ships
and foreign lands. A single dove comes
to converse with my musical heart murmur.
The wind blows in from the east, and butterflies
nearly drown me in a river. It takes rest
on my silent, morbid shoulder and I lose tears
to a river when I think of how I should never
touch its wings.
The wind blows in from nowhere now, and
I flicker for the first time in so long…
It blows from an empty place where we sang about
love. Where darkness can never overburdened
our soft stomachs turned up to starry skies.
But maybe all the wind is telling me now,
is that it’s all just absence.

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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