Lightning struck like severed veins
and threw him crashing alone.
He lay on a funeral mound
of pictures, forgotten board games.
Men murmured in the oak floor,
women through pipes around the room.
Voices widened cracks into gaps.
A breeze blew through; the plaster sank
exhausted, crushing his ghost house.
Note: A found poem. Source: Harding, Paul. Tinkers. New York: Bellevue Literary Press, 2010. Print.
"Crashing Alone" was first published in Luciferous. Jan. 2014. Online.http://luciferouszine.blogspot.com/2014/01/crashing-alone-by-caroline-n-simpson.html?zx=91bfac66f08d2f36