Those years of voyaging
too long beneath your axe-shelter
on foreign terrain . . .
Those years of you with
your spiritual arrogance, your perfect face and
careless conceit, all behind me
now like a madness hatched and slaughtered.
Though I try to stand straight on the path
of forgiveness, in memory, I rebleed
my muzzled cry. And anger as deep
as your self-confidence bridles my
heart again in that old ache, that sick
humiliation; your vindictive laughter, your
From you, the cut neck, the finger pointing.
From you, something
to recover from.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Winamop” September 2015
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