My poem, Dead Hand, from Solitary Child: Friend of Immortals, translated by Chandra Gurung, is published by Sabdha Sanyohan. Dead Hand is a tribute to Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, about a passionate yet destructive love that transcends death. The poem also is performed by Fall in Green, on our album, Apocalypse of Clowns, with music and visual art by Mark Sheeky.
Dead Hand
Night
On the moor
Ragged as you were
I saw you
through the cracked window
Where my dead hand touched yours
Where my name was etched in three on the wooden desk
Your dark long locks fought the wind
like your soul
Heathcliff
MY Heathcliff
You destroyed everything
Yes, I became a lady, yet, I loved Edgar not
it was always you
Your face I saw
when I tangled in flesh
trying to make a hybrid us
with the wrong man
You walk this earth without me, yet
I walk with you
in you
I look into your eyes of pain
and I weep
until you return to me
