UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
DUNCAN FANKBONER

DC Madam

a sliver of moon
like her chances
in the hands of old friends
in the murder capital of the world
their lives hanging by a thread
and a puppetmaster's bow
her little book
with names and numbers inside
had them
smelling blood
swimming in circles
around her naked body
the news of suicide
calmed them
let them slip away
into the darkness
her body
left
turning in the water
like a bottle
spun
in the old game
we use to play
as kids
watching
waiting
longing
to
be
kissed








2008 Underground Voices