by Dennis Paul Wilken

Cracking shell of bones
Gnarled hands
Violently paw the clotted air
Giving the lie
To the accepted idea
Of worthwhile lives, well lived, will ended;
Choked voices
Stream into the void,
Once well-ordered brains
Baked harder then week old bread,
Now, all is pain,
Everything forgotten
That made them them
And the worst is yet to come.

Dennis P. Wilken is a veteran journalist and former writer for Cincinnati Magazine. Most recently his poetry has appeared in Word Riot, Madswirl and his editorials in Pacific Publishing publications.  His last chapbook, Sweat Off the Diamond, was published in 2009. He lives in Seattle, Washington where he is a Contributing Editor at Commonline.