by Fabrice B. Poussin
Take those limbs and tear them apart
give them away to the needy
for love, for pain, for a breath come at last.
Explode the tears, vanish the soul
grab at those insides feed them to the dogs
shed the juices of vague sweetness and steel.
Twigs in a game of poker for the destitute
trap the heart, squeeze it in the fatal vise
slowly moving between galaxies and destinies.
Capture the breath in the infinite cosmos
dim its light and crush its last hope
it is time to break this life in two.
I watched the ladder collapse
rungs rotten to the core
breaking like twigs in a hurricane.
It once aimed for the skies
fresh of ancestral lumber
smiling to the stars above at peace.
It seemed to journey to infinity
as if jettisoned by a mystical force
living each day in grandiose ecstasy.
And there it stood its head in the clouds
hoping for an eternity
read in novels of old romances.
Nonchalant in the face of suffering
ignoring the arrogance of the world
it knew the joys of the innocent.
It has been ten minutes and a few decades
A wintery breeze short of a high plain tornado
At the bottom of a mountain mother of
Seconds ago it was another century or perhaps
A millennium. Skies turned to strange hues of grey
Swept by eternal torrents of watery air
Hands continue to mark daily routines
Upon fiery entrails refusing to die
Hesitating as a ghost attracted to the void
Still now, sitting upon an invisible throne
He contemplates a minute infinity
One and all within the final destination
Her universe is made of unknown lands
she rushes through the days without anchor
little girl playing on the grounds of her days
no one can direct her to freeze or slow down.
I once thought I caught a sight of the apparition
vapor around the corner of a favored alley
she floated into the dark fumes of grilled nuts
the heavy drops of pearl and steel meant nothing.
The vision came along seeking an origin
but to vanish when I turned around to see
the weight of her being that of a feather
caressing my day as she teased with her soul.
Opening the gate to the icy abode
I looked back and heard the touch of a smile
the terror that was hers to be discovered at last
to relinquish access to more than just her ghost.
Would tonight the time she would choose to come in?
to become the one she once was but had to hide
would she, in the depth of the day answer my prayers
to exit the chrysalis, and gently flutter into my home.
Like a Pearl
It runs like water through the streets of man,
unknown is the beginning of this torrent,
chiseling new scars on the faces of children,
smiles erased on the lips of goddesses.
From heights to depths, it knows no predator;
streams, lakes, oceans and glaciers,
all recall births when humanity still slept
within idyllic dreams, in heaven.
It reaches to skyscrapers, the tallest towers,
flies through space, even attends concerts,
savors a meal with acquaintances and friends,
fears going to the street market on Sunday.
A single tear, universal, transparent and salty,
like a prism of infinite colors, blinding
it has grown from age to eons in sorrow,
so large to engulf the world in one last outburst.
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