December 19, 2011

for what we unearth,inside what we dig into ourselves...a new Antigone poem













Antigone has gone on ahead


what throes,my madness
letting go 
to where the words 
poke my eyes out 
with their sharp 
burning spears,
I leave the universe 
my heart sleeved writing jags,
frenzied time,
between faithless and divine,
where's the beast,
where the tine,
stabbing sinew,
tearing columns,
neck blood mixes 
with mud 
on a potter's wheel
cups my poison
drinks my feel

 EJR (c)

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