"The Body Of The Lamb" a poem by Elizabeth Gade first published in the LEO Literary Journal
The slick steel, the chaliced revolver. You try not to look in the mirror because she is no longer here. You sent her away, but she never made it home. There was no place to go. You are her. The body, the name. I am you. The head that bows. I am here. The pale flanked lamb, but broken and begging