are you trying to scare
me?
cause it's not working
your long sharp claws can
slice and pluck
all my eyes are ready
I
will
still
see
you don't have a chance next to
my family of trees,
roots and branches stronger
than your brittle lies
dying dying dying
I have the arms of
a mother gorilla
to embrace all death
cause there is laughter
in the afterlife
and I choose to
learn from the dead
how to dance
(love, Holly)
5 comments:
good poem holly--excellent close
strong poem, from a strong woman.
thank you both...it was inspired by a book I'm teaching...Steppenwolf
There's so much that's great here. I love the lines about arms and the end is spectacular.
Very strong, Holly! I love learning how to dance from the dead. Such a powerful ending.
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