a poem by Colin Dardis (2 of 2)

Death as a Muse

Joseph was hollowed out
by the expectations of man;
at least he died peacefully,
unlike Mary
who was left emptied
by a saviour
who escaped from the crib.

Death crosses her legs
and muses on whether
this is sexist
or liberating.

© by Colin Dardis

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #6 ~ November 2009    previous poem