Shards
of hallelujahs
litter
the floor, shredded like
waste
paper, forgotten, not made
I
was here once before,
walking
on broken hallelujahs,
the
cuts leaving a blood path
Hymn-less,
I sing a song
bordered
in gray, etched
in
black, pushing my words
into
the chorus of night, hearing
the
broken response, the fading
echo
of broken hallelujahs
Over
at dVerse
Poets, the Poetics prompt today is all about Leonard Cohen. To see more poems
submitted, please visit dVerse
Poets.
Painting: December by Gerhard Richter (1990),
St. Louis Art Museum.
