Sometimes it’s Good to Walk your Banshee Out

Sometimes it’s good to walk your banshee out
into a winter afternoon.
It isn’t realistic to imagine you can banish doubt
in banshees, but quite soon

the unforgiving and acutely glaring light
will often mute the worst
of his intolerable wailing. That it’s not night –
for which all banshees thirst –

perhaps distracts the banshee for a moment
from his reflex to complain
so unrestrainedly – to rile up, disturb, foment
so much excruciating pain

which feeds on late-night rain and wind.
Perhaps frigidity
and January-angled sun somehow rescind
despair’s futility

a bit in banshee consciousness.
Oh, he still brays and balks –
but seems a touch less of a mess
on daylight winter walks.






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