A classically structured poem about the murder of a lover.
A midnight massacre, at my maiden’s bedside.
In tinted cherry light, forth a crack between a door
comes brushing blushing rays on her arctic face,
the flickers of patterns of lace, cascade as shadows
fading indigo nonsense, on blood splat shams,
the lifeless corpse of my madam.
A.M. Meehan
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