Left Hanging
shrouded in linens on a guerney
amid bulking equipment and
crowded backsides
her eyes
hair like grey wheat
tossed in a windstorm
we’re cousins, tell them
her eyes
vibrate in their hollows
bend me down close
please, for God’s sake
her eyes
get me out of here
never stop lashing me
Tony Howarth is a
playwright, former journalist and retired teacher, now living in Patterson,
New York.