Lamentation

Stephanie Rearick

Worms did eat the apple of my eye

I reach out for the dust to draw it nigh

nigh

I listen for a daughter's earthly cry

I only hear the wind around me sigh

sigh

I walked down darkened corridor

with raspy throated troubadour

who slowing, sinking, toward the floor

lay down and lies behind me evermore

evermore

I've been looking for the angels in the snow

I've only found the absence of a shadow