Pillar of Salt
I looked back and saw the dumbfound distance
In latitude and longitude, the lines to her existence,
Chasing me on wreckage strewn road.
But did I run, my feet nailed damned and cloven?
Anchored to the ground made sour and woven
With a cruel streak juiced up with overload.
Tears came yet made no sense or reason,
My nerve wrought hands plunged in the gutted treason,
Reminding me of how I rued the day.
With no response, just like a straight man,
Took right to heart, all cold and deadpan
And became no more than salt all cried away.
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