This was originally written for an HIV Awareness event as a spoken word performance piece. It was never completed.
In the morning the sun unsheathes its casing. Minds click awake. I am the reborn one. Reborn into throws and thrills, blasts of life. I am reborn into deathlessness.
But it's a world of carnage. The balance of the beam. Men and women walk with holes in their bodies. The blood leaks freely and yet these peeled-back eyes cannot clearly see. People pass and go. A full throw through a window.
Beings of every age picking up all the pieces and loading them. We do not live in an action scene but the obscenity of action. The leaky one's dreams are shaped.
No comments:
Post a Comment