The Man And The Woman

A man and a woman walk through a ruined house

the man breaks the last fractured sherds of glass from a window

the woman a desolate nun her face the dark of the moon

the man fingers the various parts of her body as if searching for
rotten spots

the sun dies with soft moanings of remembered flame

the woman blackens her face with a charred stick

wherever his fingers have grazed her flesh there is a faint track of blood

her lips twist into a smile she is holding an inappropriate animal

the rooms tensely sag into attitudes suggesting parturition

we know these two

by Jon Corelis

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