The flashing sign of emergency faint
no sirens screeched through the air
for the wretched remains.
Surrounded by the glamour of gentle days
collecting a thick dust of ages on the baby grand
altar to a simple glory never noticed.
Loved by one she could not recognize
well beyond the years he was gifted
her eyes roll to a shy photograph
On the out of fashion smart phone
like her passed to a faded reflection of
technicolor dreams in CGI hero costumes.
Not a sound of sorrow nor a crowd of mourners
just a sigh in the night as she slipped
gently into her own abyss, and no one knew.
Poetry by Fabrice B. Poussin
Image by Adam Strong
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
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