Outliving the Inevitable
As lions groom
in African lands, so kissing
bends the intent of the assassin,
making safe the fangy mouth
and the weedy waters.
I will lie down in my heaven
though the light breeds in me like the guts of an
unhealable wound and I fail the simple rule of forgiveness.
I will dig out the bones from the sands
and scissor the serpent’s tongue.
Drunk on complaining, on naming my cloud
my crown, I will find a new rhythm in the oceans
and sleep like one just born. I will talk
to the half-mast moon and translate
the crows’ territorial song.
The old dog snarls and the pigeons seem happy
resting on the window sill.
If I must return to witness the same casualty,
return to tread the sewer’s underbelly, then I will bury
some love in the fall and call the small graces
my exotic fruit.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Outlaw Poetry” April 2017
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