The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                          June-2011                                                        Number-1


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Death of The Past

††††††††††††††††  by Carl Scharwath


Enlightened moon an abortion of nighttime creation,

cries energy in summerís final luminance.

Grave yard headstones manifest elongated shadows.


Cement souls embedded in the humid grass,

the distant, lonely house exhales the past.

History impregnates the air through tiny stucco cracks.

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Curb adorned in one broken old television set,

the future anchored in its rusted satellite dish

No one ever dies here anymore, where have they gone?


Displaced suburbia manifests abandoned dreams,

a neighborhood raped in shuttered factories.

Polluted smoke replaced with the whiteness of lonely clouds