04-23-2016, 12:38 PM
Something terrible
Here’s my mind, the painted mime,
in here the lazy pacing of my paws,
the white claws of those tiny hands
miscarried in anguish.
A child’s face presses against the glass
and all I am already moves in sympathy.
If one ghost escapes my brain
as if it sprang from my own body
his lips will be cold, I know.
Folded arms and sword-agony will never
make me accept this place where
Spring awakens no loveliness
and behind the sunrise, no world.
Maybe this is all - to kneel thus,
with laughter on my Eden’s lips
disintegrating. Veils green-fringed
with maidenhair tremble like dew
so serene in its passing.
Here’s my mind, the painted mime,
in here the lazy pacing of my paws,
the white claws of those tiny hands
miscarried in anguish.
A child’s face presses against the glass
and all I am already moves in sympathy.
If one ghost escapes my brain
as if it sprang from my own body
his lips will be cold, I know.
Folded arms and sword-agony will never
make me accept this place where
Spring awakens no loveliness
and behind the sunrise, no world.
Maybe this is all - to kneel thus,
with laughter on my Eden’s lips
disintegrating. Veils green-fringed
with maidenhair tremble like dew
so serene in its passing.