The dash at the jugular
makes the wild stars sob, thrusts a hymn
skyward, and over the hills
a drowned frog sways
in a puddle all alone.
Forever is the fame
of the storyteller and the mask.
Forever is watching the zodiac turn
and the thumb nails crack,
is killing a smile after a
stranger passes and hiding
our wounds from the mirror.
Over the city the caged sun rises.
And the wings we are born with have
all been buried in the marrow of the land.
I feed, the flame feeds and so do the innocent.
Some day the clocks will stop and God will be seen
in every beast and in every pavement crack.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Syzygy Poetry Journon_graal, Volume 1, Number 2, The Red Supermoon Issue” October 2015
.Published in “Eye on Life Magazine” November 2015
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
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