Tears of a Man & Wings

Tears of a man

The tears were dry, his body filled with salt, a Sahara; when he heard the sharp crash of the hand traveling at conscious speed.

She screamed and time stopped forever, birthing another ice age with her gaze, a storm deadly to all creatures nearby.

Spreading the misery of body and soul was her lifestyle for so long poor dear; the cancer must spread from the host.

Daddy became statue under her mighty growl, kind gentle heart, shrunk to escape the vanity of the vanishing self, inside the aching bones.

He lived yet, when she packed for Heaven, and he loved with a heavy heart and dying frame; perhaps he missed her desperate calls.

Wings

This moment the swallow carried a word on its wings and disappeared.

All that could be heard soon after was in the air the whisper of a feeble song.

And to this day a century past yet it resonates in the breasts of all creatures and angels alike.

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications. All images provided here were provided by Fabrice Poussin & all rights remain with him.