The Loyal Unknown
I would like to hide
from the mountains, sleep
as a thief
in the assaulted night.
How do I compare my
enemies? They all smell
of slain desires,
itching like mealworms
in a bird’s thin crop.
Among the widowed faces
into the unfathomable, happy
past: Wolves eyes, I see
confronting with unaware darkness.
The hypocrites play
their tune so beautifully stagnant, making me stumble
One day when I was walking
on Arizona ground in a dry summer,
I caught a glimpse of
icy love: It came
from the sun
to avenge my perfect day. It was an apparition,
the whole world
to the paradoxical
are as irretrievable
Someone is watching me
Today, it is chaos.
Tomorrow – a child
will be born.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
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“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.” Next Exit
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