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the devil’s in the house of the rising sun

the devil’s in the house of the rising sun

© 2020 pookie

 

the devil’s in the house of the rising sun

i awake at sunrise
with a universe-sized canyon
in the middle of my chest where
yesterday, last week, last month, last year there was
flesh and blood and warmth and love and
i was full and whole not empty or sold,
not bartered or traded
for some paradise faded
where the devil plays
on a fiddle of gold

 

© 2020 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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