Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Autoclave

The vertebrae break.

----------In the distance, a vibrato.

Not so much water over

the dam
but

----------a whoosh

-------------------of wings approaching.


Women flying in the shape of a V.


Forests falling

---------from the dark of their wombs.


Witches will show you how

-----------to grind together bones.


But come late, after sun

-------------burnt nipples and caramel skin


where yaw marks singe the road.

3 comments:

Rachel said...

A wonderful revision, Charmi. I like it even more than I did before.

GloJoMo said...

I like this poem, I just don't know why -- I've never really "understood" real poetry, but I like the images and the feel of it.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Gloria. I'm still trying to decide if I like it or not.