Cage of Many Pockets and Layers
into the land of vermin,
infesting the once blooming shores,
past the emergency-alarm, into
living fires, boiling and sharp in
their arrogant countenance.
Alone on a humble rock, standing –
arms folded, then stretched wide and up.
I take the hand and am led to a land
that tests my dignity and my resolve.
Many voices I must lose, people to leave behind.
The ship is the hand
leading through levels of horror
until the gate opens
to the possibility for redemption.
Wings of demons block the sky – pilgrimage eternal,
shaking off pity for the futile swarm moving
like lips of a mouth moving that offers no sound or groan.
My mind is tied to heaven, committed to resurgence.
My heart breaks but it is still whole, leaving,
being led over the land of naught, where there is plenty
of self-righteous indignation, self-sorrowing gleam
and the shadows,
led through and over
flailing limbs, bodies multiplying –
a thickening mass, swirling, swirling…
Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Impspired – Issue 10 and print anthology Volume 5” April/May 2021
Published in “Synchronized Chaos” April 2021
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