Electrifying Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

Light reflects off the plate of a gravestone
To let me know even things that die
Shine on

When I saw you
That Day in the
Graveyard

The wind was
Blowing furiously
The trees tore

Their arms out of
Their
Straight jacket

& Picked her up
High
Above Me

A strike of lightning
Struck her
Because she's Electrifying

& Flying ever higher
& Ever
Higher

To sing
Like She's been
Set on fire

In a Choir
of Chaotic
Cries of Her