Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


 

breakdown in my yard

 

i was the first

and last

to hold you.

 

i could not leave you

my intentions true;

i tell myself you knew that

as i scooped you into my hand.

 

ssh, small thing

what else could i say or do

aside from cradling you against my chest.

 

i would have healed you

had i the chance

but you pissed your life out

from between my fingers

and i could not cup you

 

not anymore.

 

i buried you behind a tree.

i shoveled slowly.

i lowered you with care.

 

i went inside my house

hid in the basement

beside the washer and dryer

fingers sticky with piss and dirt

 

and sobbed over a sparrow.

 

and sobbed over my father.

and sobbed over my dog.

 

i could not keep together

any of the three.

 

#barflypoet

#josephapinto

 

© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

 …poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…

 

my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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3 thoughts on “breakdown in my yard

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    😔 beautifully painfully crafted great work Poet amazing

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