absorbed and pale, you
sit in front of a burning
mirror and ponder
see how you breathe
without body or voice, betrayed
by reflection
look how you've gnawed
and swallowed memories, how
the rust is so
bitter
you are travail,
an apocalypse,
sun going down
someone has hung their gasps
in your eyes, and brushes
your hair with stony
silence
the evil you see is
the strangled brook, still
gurgling, the curling
of the shriveled leaf,
the fallen deer
for good there is only divine
indifference, the drowse
at noon, the cloud,
the soaring wren
you are a benediction, a
destruction, gone mad
in the light
--Jo VonBargen 2011
"Beautifully written!" A time capsule for future generations. FROM THIS FAR TIME (The Human Saga) Fierce, taut poetry! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005KJLCLC
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