I Hope Your Dreams Anew
You drink from the jugular
with uptight gestures and hold
in your eyes scorn and condescension.
On your political altar your feeble gods
sit, dreaming of fame from your tongue.
Once rich with a fire catching,
you did with delight the things
You made with your hands a prelude
But what mercy was crushed by
your self-assured ways? What tolerance was
stifled by your righteous crown?
I cannot be, I cannot envy
the yellow death surrounding,
nor hate the stain of your pride.
But be that blue whisper that echoes
through each moan and laughter
of immortal needs.
But be that stone that makes
an arrogant person fall,
withdraw into a deeper understanding,
be it there for you, somewhere, overwhelming . . .
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” January 2017
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