God is a Widow

By Sara Campos-Silvius

god is a widow

he waits at the crossroads on foggy nights

hair cut bald, shaved to the skin

up and down his forearms           

are self-inflicted crosses

counting the heartbeats, heartbeats

since he was last separated from his love

god is a widow

haunting the turnoffs

haunting the bridges

haunting the curves in the road

don’t go driving alone at night

god is a widow

a snowstorm is coming

god is a widow

there’s something alive under the bridge

god is a widow

god is a widow

god is a widow

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WAYFINDING:

No need to make any turns! Just keep heading North to the next corner and you’ll have reached your destination.