Charybdis
Within taut dusky
hills
a sweet silken whirlpool:
eternal secret.
Void
The world empties it-
self today into the cold
void of her absence.
Stigmata
My empty hands,
shaped perfectly to the
contours
of her total abs-
MLK
The dark reflection
of our better selves in
the
bright light of history.
© James Rovira
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