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WILLIAM F. DeVAULT : Persephone
WILLIAM F. DeVAULT : Graveside
WILLIAM F. DeVAULT : Truth

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WILLIAM F. DeVAULT
Persephone

night is but a state of mind I find like sorrow or love when the glove is threadbare we touch with fingertips the heart set apart wait with expectations that will not be met by anything less than the truth. removed from the currents adrift a rift between what is what should have been what could have been but for the tiniest of misspoken words heard with cautious ears translated into pain that the mourning comes to seal us without light without hope not even a goodnight kiss from lips that never were except in exceptional dreams

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WILLIAM F. DeVAULT
graveside

fifteen degrees below zero (windchill at graveside) sound doesn’t penetrate the family is here (blessed are they that mourn) I and Josh are windbreaks for my mother the honor guard waits nearby waits patiently in the cold to take their turn and fire at the sky Dad’s lucky he is beyond the cold Mom is not I am not (Josh is not) I am uncaring not apathetic ambivalent

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WILLIAM F. DeVAULT Truth

It's swell here in Hell while we waterboard Jesus because he doesn't think a rich man can make it to Heaven by killing everyone who is just looking for some truth. We know better, don't we? The envelope under the door says so and we put on our spray-tan glow and go tripping down the yellow brick road of priests' skulls. Manson was also sincere. I fear we are using a bent yardstick for good when we polish the brass for a gallon of gas so we can look for truth on that road of priests' skulls. It's a bloodbath and we just laugh and debate celebutante taunts for tired old men who don't have to put it on the line for the divine right to be wrong with other people's blood on the pavement. Just looking for the truth that we don't want to face. We're in disgrace for everything we claim as anecdotal proof of God favouring us in our endeavors. Sonic boom doom and the groom won't make it back from the black tarred-fields that concealed desperate men who see no sin in sacrificing truth. And your sons and daughters, fathers and mothers and brothers. If our leaders really believed in the God they invoke in mad mantras as a smokescreen they would quake in fear as their end draws near, not shed crocodile tears over their three-martini lunch. The road to Hell is paved with the lies of people who cannot even face themselves in the mirror without a wall of self-deception to shield their fates, sealed with kisses that are not worthy of s streetwalker. Speak truth. Live it. And give it as legacy to our children.
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WILLIAM F. DeVAULT was part of the Southern Poets Reading Tour in 1996 and 1997 and was awarded both Poet and Poem of the year by Editors and Preditors in 2001, as well as named to the Edinburgh International Internet Festival of the Arts. In 2015 he was road warrior for the International Beat Poetry Festival, travelling thousands of miles to read at 10 events from New York to New Orleans. His short story “Theoretical Cheese” appears in the book “Diner Stories: Off the Menu”.


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