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:
A wonderful revision, Charmi. I like it even more than I did before.
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.
Thanks, Gloria. I'm still trying to decide if I like it or not.
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