impostor

Dust swells my heart

swept over by careless promises,

slandered by shards of glass,

snakepits,

insincere moist handshakes

and counterfeit vanilla hugs.

Today an impostor’s hand now considers my headstone:

his hand now uncovers my final resting place.

Dust chokes my heart

buried by mounds of abandoned memories,

bits of clay,

unformed, eroded, quickly discarded,

scattered backyard crumbs for blackbirds.

An impostor’s hand now carves my headstone:

his hand now digs my final resting place.

Dust conquers my heart,

questions squelched by answers fabricated from habit,

broken pledges 

flinching eyes 

crooked, twisted, tongues,

superficial, transitory breath.

An impostor’s hand now plants my headstone:

his hand triumphantly earths my final resting place.

1/27/18

Port St Lucie