wish

As if by chance a wish appears,

The dance of promise and relief

For those who pay their way and wait

In solitude for years, and brief

It floats from fingers tightly sewn

And swift with absent thought is blown.

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Homo sapien’s last gasp

This is homo sapien’s last gasp

Upfront it leads the pack

Doesn’t care for

These new identities

All this adaptability

Homo sapien doesn’t

Recognise change

Or its own evolution

It’s lost and afraid

Grasps on to its status rock. 

Lashes out

Rattles

Its own offspring

God knows

This is no revolution

This is homo sapien’s exit

A thousand generations crash

Into their own past

Witness the birth

Of its children’s child

Defined by its survival

And its parents’ inability

To recognise

We’re two different species

Fear and hope

Walking upright, forwards

Along this tightrope.

By heart

Perched on tiptoes, filled to the brim,
Then, just in time, the drawing in

Of milky heat and daylight din,

The birches, like old urns, displayed

The awful truth, cracked and crazed,

Of beauty to poem to memory made.

Static

Is compassion wedded to memory? In a tangle of synthetic I hold on to the flashes of static when it’s too hot for layers and wonder if solitude is not the nurtured child of forgetfulness and pride.  Sometimes I need a jolt just to make nerves meet and remember.

The wolf is an industrial complex.

I am girl.  I wear a red coat.

Simple.

I am wolf.  Naked.  

IndustrialComplex.

I’m lurking in the woods and I will eat myself, whole.

I am a now-and-then being.

I run wild and feel terror.

I’m oil, weapon, waste.

I’m feasting my eyes and I’ll swallow us.

I’m wolf, teeth and claws.

A hopeless cause, dependent.

A lifelong sentence, this dreadful vigil, waiting for the woodcutter to open me up or

pull me out, whole.

Why, what big eyes you’ve got.

Before we have a revolution

Before we have a revolution can we just be very clear

about who it is we’re fighting and what it is we fear?

 

 

 

Count out

Birthed in debt
accounts of regret
child to calculate
mouthfuls of abacus
bites and scores