This War Moves Through

This War Moves Through

This time the war moves, through
like a raven in my head

I woke up one morning and the world wasn’t there
Bird of prey, fed fat on the energy of the wounded,
Grounded, outside my door
a Single gunshot ripped out, cut across two generations

This is why I never knew my father’s father –
A blind man, his best friend, last saw him

Alive. Hunting. The two of them. That day


Where Once There Was Stone

Where Once There Was Stone

I want to get inside my chest
Lay my body down, straddle it - a Rapist, a Lover,
Witch Doctor with blunt instrument, To hit and hit

against rib cage until skin breaks, Turns, bone and blood
Pools where once there was no space
Get inside - smash and open
To breathe, for the first time

Look with innocence, longingly. Gee, there is a heart in there and Yes it beats. Still

I hate that I must do this. Stone tool instead of sharp knife because I just haven't evolved that much. Yet

I feel a bit of kindness, warmth spread across open chest and realize
I am human after all

And I can die, just like anyone