Outside It Was Morning
By Tag Allen

last time i saw god
there were no more commandments
no punishments either

just stones to trip over
brick walls to walk into
and ice on the cobbles

last time i saw god
i was lifting your eyelid
outside it was morning

As for myself, I am 44 years old and a machine operator by occupation. While I have written steadily since childhood, it has been only in the last few years that I have sought publication: a sudden burst of ambition instigated primarily by my wife, Rebecca. She was taken from me, quite suddenly, just over a year ago. tagnedlud@aol.com