Wednesday, April 30, 2008


The vertebrae break.

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

Not so much water over

the dam

----------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.


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.