To relearn the breath
through the heart, to notice
their consistency and rhythm
as a backdrop to all else
in the busiest of moments.
4/01/2009
April1poem: When Someone Decided To Listen to the Answer to "How are You Feeling, Now?"
The rattling started in my chest cavity – the hollow
Clink and scrape of metal on bone: the barricade
that stopped the joy leaving, is dropping
it’s nuts and bolts though the long-bones
(they’re heavy) clattering like rats in pipes
through my femurs and out
through the stigmata bored into my soles
by my self-destruction, tourniquetting myself
on hands and knees by dragging
my spineless body over the sharp and
splintered bones of everyone I loved,
but broke – shredded - I’m trailing screws and washers
in what’s left of my footprints. The crows
are picking them up.
_rae
Clink and scrape of metal on bone: the barricade
that stopped the joy leaving, is dropping
it’s nuts and bolts though the long-bones
(they’re heavy) clattering like rats in pipes
through my femurs and out
through the stigmata bored into my soles
by my self-destruction, tourniquetting myself
on hands and knees by dragging
my spineless body over the sharp and
splintered bones of everyone I loved,
but broke – shredded - I’m trailing screws and washers
in what’s left of my footprints. The crows
are picking them up.
_rae
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