Lament

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The force that through the green fuse

drives the flower/ is my destroyer…

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Dylan Thomas

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I cover myself in grey; the color

Washes out of my hair.  My teeth

Become old bone chips in a mouth

Sugar has long invaded.

,

My flesh pales; I spread out

into my old cotton body rags

I cannot stand the sight of myself

Something

Is eating me alive

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My right leg puffs and swells

The knee off to one side, the repair failed

And I go through the world pushing

An aluminum cage in front of me; I lean

Into the very wind.

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I tease myself:

Not enough plums,

That I once burned

My bartered-for

red Italian shoes?

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Let me keep on

A little longer

This way

In denial

Let me forget

That each hour

I drag myself to shore

Unisexed in oilcloth

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I take to the air in undulant cries

I send an obligato over dark fields

Song my home, this

Body, in freefall

contrail in the dusk.

 

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copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews 2010

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