martha

prompt numero four:

two parts. the first not mine:
"there is no god and we're his prophets" (cormac mccarthy from the "road")
and:
given that theory, what will the pale rider bring in his saddlebag?


Does she think of that?
(we heard of it once)
getting smuggled out of Hungary
in a cart, camoflaged
under the corpses of children?

Or is repeating her husband's name enough
as what other name can be called?

There is movement down the road.
The horse freed from the cart.
The names of the children drifted as dust.

The pages of the history book flutter and clump
and mold. Don't read it.
Don't write it.
What matters is not what is in the saddlebag
of the pale rider.

What matters is that he comes
that he rides up fast
when we are more alone living
than dead.