Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Joseph M. Gant - One Poem


we died sexless and without a cry.
— a rattle for the making sure of it —

because everything of lasting worth
was left while waiting, found, a new
and less consumptive way to swallow.

we proclaimed to never fear our death
and lied with lips of tremor.

when it came for us without a kiss
a fuck and a sigh for the time.
over and it wasn’t worth the wait.

Joseph M. Gant is a scientific glassblower by trade and a writer by everything else that matters. His work has appeared modestly in small press and academic journals. Poetry editor for S A M Publishing, Joseph resides outside Philadelphia and his full length collection of poetry, Zero Division, is forthcoming with Rebel Satori Press.

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