Battleground on the Inside
He takes my feet from the fossil earth,
takes me to where a tribe of insects wait
to wed me with their hive.
I join the lunar cold light, harming
nothing, harmed by nothing, but yet my
history engulfs my silent head, speaks of
moments blind with guilt, moments when I
bore inspiration like I bore my breath and I cannot
contain my melting indifference, cannot help
myself to wake from such longing to return
The sun rolls like a snail through
the mist just beyond the Earth’s other side as
I drift in night and circle
the sky’s expanses, waiting
for my enemy in his own
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Dog Is Wearing Pants Literary Page” November 2015
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