RUST PSALMS

By M.M.Wake

The rain’s black tongue

licks the roof raw.

Pipes rattle with ghosts

of women who left

and never came back.

My belly growls hymns

to gods of empty cupboards

a brittle faith,

gnawed thin as wire.

Even silence feels carnivorous.

I feed it my name,

piece by piece.

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