Man with the knife
Freezing temperatures on these summer days
Keep me solid
Outside figures draped in shadows familiar grasp at me with
talons
Cutting and pushing me with their sharp irreverent glass
shattered to remake me
To lift me to their stomping grounds locked in boarding
schools of their making
Put in brightly lit rooms that are dark to these eyes
Desirous of all things remembering the elders
Who sought to be commentators on life on strife on the man
with the knife
No comments:
Post a Comment