Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
Tarbox
A man named Tarbox
leapt the curb, one time.
When he hit the court house wall
all four wheels were off the ground.
They say it was a suicide.
His roommate at the trailer
lay already dead upon the floor.
His heart had stopped,
he breathed no more.
Now I can't say if Tarbox
watched helpless as he died,
or returned home from some errand
to find him cold upon the floor.
But I will make this claim and wager,
though I am no betting man:
I know why Tarbox lashed his pickup truck
as if to storm the very gates of hell -
in his ear death had been predicted
one too many times.
© D. Winter 1999
