La Mort et son puceau
They say that once, when Death took her mate,
the pomegranate seeds stained his mouth like blood
from a heart still warm.
No one came to threaten
or to plead. He grew accustomed to the darkness
and the whispering souls, at last forgot to shudder
in his lover's cold caresses. Stay, she murmured.
He drew her into his first embrace.
Rebekah Curry is currently a student majoring in Classics. Her work has also appeared in the anthology Begin Again: 150 Kansas Poems (Woodley Press).