Purging

I lament
the joy
of what
things were
in vain;
squeezing
juice
from long dead fruits.

the apples
have rotten,
the vines
are wrought
with slipknots;

tomorrow
has to be
for me another ripe endeavor--
far outside
the cold ferment
of what fell
from these eyes
today.

JM Gant

A New Jersey born poet, author, and editor. Arch Linux enthusiast, and self-confessed data-hoarder.

  • USA - New Jersey