The Time After

Hands gnarled by the

handling of

too much death

quiver over blank space.

If a lifetime were tangible could

you feel its heartbeat?

She thrusts swollen

knuckles into the

empty, echoing space and 

grabs hold of a feeling.

Tremors rattle her teeth in

her skull, pulsing

nearly a sway

to and fro.

She turns an ear

draws it fast to the crook 

of her neck

and falls silent –

Listen!

Is that a heartbeat?

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