Human Eye In Palm Of Open
Hand I
knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant It seemed nothing more than a dream. What
I smelled was not the aroma of fresh baked bread, But
terrified beings thrown like stones into the air. That
which makes for all life is also a part of myself. I
saw neighbors, halos of blood encircling their heads, The work of a lifetime Lost
in a doorway, broken, like a branch in the wind With
its shimmering curtains of light &
leather wings of death. At
Grief’s thorns & brambles country club, Many are snatched from the earth Leaving
not even a shadow. I
headed out in another direction, past the Bleached
ancient tree, Leopardess
circling, loyal to her Sacred oath, her deepest sacrifice. Secret
courts secret evidence secret charges secret crimes–– Before
you came, I was alone, made of dead bodies leaving behind Writings to ensure that the teachings
would not be lost. 10 June 2013 [Published in The Groundless Ground: Poems 2010-2014. © 2014 by Jim
Cohn.] |
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