A Way To Survive
A butcher’s knife
wielding at living flesh to accommodate
someone’s feast, is like
a quarrel behind a condemned man’s eyes
and the ingratitude of those born beautiful.
Rise from the stone,
out of the slumber of guilt
and inadequacy, rise as
the lilies between the weeds
and know that nothing matters
but the flame. The debris and mud and
labour of our hours spent motionless,
defeated in the dream, is just an exile
from the necessary drink, is part of the sea
that takes us in under its waves
of chaotic waters.
Often I have stood naked and
have seen nothing more than my shadow. Often
I return to the window, bearing my memories like a shield.
The sky is my witness. Let me fall in love all over again,
let my head be turned, and let the world outside be
my saved translucent spider.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Artistic Muse” and “Poehemians Issue 1”, 2012
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