Crashing Alone

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