Living is a cave,
a wink of darkness.
squinting with weariness.
Sigh then wail,
the earthquake begins….
what value is there in unpraiseworthy pain?
First he rose. I died
in his light. Sun – sunset
crushed wild with the weight.
I cannot weep or roar
emptied without a tremble,
a lamentation, without
poor, petty pride
or disastrous fear.
He urges isolation,
I crack dead as the unknown,
feeling ripped from the onion shell
having no heath
I dangle hungry,
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “JVC Poetry Newsletter Volume 1, Number 9” May 1990
Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst
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