like piranhas
we gather
around those who have
what we want….
so ready to jump –
ready to feed….
ah!
•
females,
glittering and giggling,
jiggle and sway,
lean and pose
exhibiting….
offering….
a lure?
or a trueblooded mina?
in exchange….
for what?
a padded life
a cell….
infinity….
•
will these lean and shining men
to whom they ply their wears
seal them into
ziplock bags
safe
against all
threats
to their unborn children?
ah, life encased in plastic….
safe….
plastic inside them….
safety….
ah!
•
guts-y males
aswell with bravado,
and what they think is humor,
proffer wallets stuffed with power….
or with gleaming chests
and slickened hair
speak
eloquent
pheromone….
magnetic,
resplendent in their desire….
because in you, my dear….
i see my youth,
my children,
my eternity,
my future
infinity….
yes, yes, you complete me….
•
oh
how comically
we scrabble
to outwit
that
which
never
loses
sight
of us….
how long and far will we run
on these
shaking legs?
why outrun
the owl and the snake?
only the old ones know
if we should even try….
•
oh, we offer nothing, nothing
when roped endlessly into this mating trance….
we circle,
and prey….
we dance
the dance of the centuries
inside these sparkling, dream-dazzled rooms….
outside
the world whirls on….
soldiers spilling blood
for our
right to ignorance….
children
watching them
•
somewhere travellers
wonder onward
seeing feeling falling….
circling in a different dance….
gaining intelligence
and beauty
and love
while we wait in smoky, crowded darkness,
for someone to cure us
of death….
________________
© 2010
Beth Anne Boardman
2 comments:
Wow! Extraordinary. I'm not sure I "read" this so much as I "felt it" as the words went by.
thanks for your feedback, john! that is such an interesting thing to say, and that is how i experienced writing it, now that you say it.... the feelings wrote themselves out, i guess.... anyway, thanks for leaving a comment.... :)
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