Erica Goss

Penitent

They die in secret places,
bodies whisked away,

not a scrap left behind, still
I have found them, whole

and pliable, eyes not
yet dull, fit the small

bulk into my palm, and felt
as if I had broken a promise,

failed to find the most obvious
answer, when it was hitting

the window over and over,
impossible to miss.

Erica Goss (www.ericagoss.com) is a California poet who was born in Germany.