Something to See
By the exit, by the winding path
the brave and the bleeding have gathered
like this, they cry out for a shoestring of mercy
and receive a little more than their worth.
I add the answers together and find
no love lacking. Yet, the ache remains, tattooed
onto the pavement like an empty wallet
driven into fresh tar.
And I remain under the cutthroat justice
Years of fighting, no more fighting for
that which God does not want to give.
Bitter is the paper that has my vision marked.
I must let my eyes water, walk through and arrive
like something fresh
on a foreign road.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “VerseWrights”
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