A Rotting Hand Still Grasps


I am as weak as this animal

The jaws of perpetual blackness clamp down on her skull

Breathing is no longer taken for granted

When each gasp is as deliberate as the last

Our common denominator, death-

As relevant as any thought that has ever passed

Quaint relics leaning on wooden arms

Teenybopper magazines forcing me to wander the streets

Her limbs will never fade away

About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems, the city of your mind, was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. His second chapbook, Broad Street Line, focusing on politics and public transportation, was published by Moonstone Press in 2016. 100 Haiku is his latest release, also published by Moonstone Press in 2018. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

5 Responses to A Rotting Hand Still Grasps

  1. When I saw the title, I was like, “Is Sean into zombies now?” Glad to see you’re not on the undead train too, buddy.

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