The Angry Bass of Her Husband's Death |
Over the years, after her husband
died, the woman stopped bothering
to wake up at night to ponder; wax
over a perfect dream. The next day
she did not even remember an event
of the night before. After a time
of feeling every thing meant every-
thing, now, she felt no thing meant
nothing. The dull ache of infinity
crawled over her, positioning her
for the long length of death. Tom,
her love, became a memory that was
not living. Even speech became null
as she watched tv, read the papers,
and had simple, yet economical meals.
Linda’s voice waned. Her being was
never tantalized ever again. Linda
looked straight ahead; never folding,
never feeling the frost of spring nor
the screams of her rousing prophecies.
copyright 2004
Daniel
Gallik |