rubble ~ Angie Werren

during the dismantling / feathers
were found in the mortar and
deep exhumation unearthed bricks
that crumbled like paper maché

there were no remnants of shale / no
traces of clay / simply a molded mass
of sentence fragments / hollow quills
bits of paper and / odd consonants

the structure seemed sound but
the lack of vowels mixed with
disjointed emotion proved unstable
the foundation / succumbed

it simply slipped to the ground
authorities have exhausted all leads

said someone close to the source:
she was a bird / down dripped
from her wings as she flew away

Angie Werren writes poetry from a little house in Ohio. She has poems published in a few lovely places like The Ouroboros Review and Bolts of Silk. She is also a bit delightful and a true sport.