He’s Dead – Patricia Walsh

A superhuman show of weakness
Downs my fall to a blistering wreck.
Shooting breeze over divorce tactics
asking over love repeatedly.

I have come to forgive, but not to your face.
Sliding literature under your door.
Sating importance over accidental kisses
variations over morality sacrosanct.

Blood and tourniquets stanch your pride.
News of the inevitable soak your gut
some final solutions arrest your attention
briefly, then float to the next episode.

I would like my love to die, to lie
in a box where he can be measured
categorized, a slight reference holding him
a record keeping him in his place.

Once this opera ends, how do we
dispose of the body in a favorable light?
Legacy will disappear, with any luck
drink away stories to a soul’s content.

Transparency differs, creatures die.
Writing in stone settles some matters
not the infatuation that followed you
nor the arguments over the unfulfilled.

“You don’t do certain things!”.  A higher moral
gives you the upper hand.  I am bereft
of some social skills, regress to feral sensitivities
bastardized morals that everyone knows
except me, placing manners on my habits.

I yelp and bark my way to interrupt,
barge a chink into the conversation
an opportunistic pause calls me to invade
eating at timing, gorging on chance
hunger for your caesuras in obscure speech.

I know you loved me once, but not enough
to cut foreign ties and stay at home.
A window of affection keeping me warm
you stood your ground further afield
taking your moment, aghast at that.

I still wish I picked my moment then.  Self-harm
on the quiet, plagues me.  I have nothing
not even a mannerly lesson to my name
someone I used to know, living well
being the best revenge, an earlier heaven.

 I can be persuaded to leave, you know.
Unmannerly presence blighting the occasion.
Barking orders is sufficient to expel me
turning out in the cold, as deserved
an occasion burned, latitude looked in
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland. To date, she has published one novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010. She has since been published in a variety of print and online journals. These include: The Lake; Seventh Quarry Press; Marble Journal; New Binary Press; Stanzas; Crossways; Ygdrasil; Seventh Quarry; The Fractured Nuance; Revival Magazine; Ink Sweat and Tears; Drunk Monkeys; Hesterglock Press; Linnet’s Wing, Narrator International, The Galway Review; Poethead and The Evening Echo.