a poem by Jason L. Huskey (2 of 2)
Acute Angles Of Ecstasy
to smile, moments after the discovery
of her husband's limp remainder
in front of his antique typewriter.
wine and sits down on the carpet
by his dangled hand that with one
slight twitch silenced a poet's breath.
the children and the disciples,
how now his manuscripts will sell;
and she'll begin to live without
never again to feel the drunken slur
of his importance graphed in line with
his impotence; but as the glass empties,
about the truth -- how the work of
lies is more important than humanity
in the eyes of a willful academy.