Poetry

Wednesday 22 April 2020

Sway


He used her up
Drank her cup
Now she’s a dried up vessel
One vein too blue
One more cell to chew
He ate her brain, who knew

But now she is free
And he, he
He is the Zombie father
The step in the grain
That makes the plane
Jump when we shave the wood farther

He, he is the bitter root
Of rivalry
That keeps the bitter lemon tree
Growing
That leaves all grandmothers
Sucking lemons
Selling eggs and bacons
That leaves the chickens in the gardens
And the cold wind that hardens
The apples that sway
She sees them like she did
When she was a child
And he is her father who has broken his promises
And let the butterflies out of her enclosure
Like kissing lips
They part and fly away

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