Four sides to the silence
that ribbons my throne.
Four thieves that pry open
my secrets as night blends
One that skates my terrain, slicing and cutting
and so very cold.
One whose mouth stretches wide,
consuming my minstrel’s tale.
Another who tugs and slows my voice rejoicing.
A fourth who digs my sex out of my thighs
and beds me a eunuch.
But for those quad-curses are four more
fierce lights that shade all grieving with tenderness
and meaning. Four bags from a magician’s dream,
orbed in wonder and the waters that go on forever.
I will not complain or caress my cancer to break
apart my prize.
I will just say my tune is told, and today
my bones hurt but the food
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Poetry Pacific”
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