(Photo by Saul Leiter)
A strange thing
has me
in its hand.
I feel a palm
consider my shape
how its arm
adjusts to the weight
I watch its knuckles
reflexively stretch
hear the sound
of history's give.
Bone on bone—
the bubbles
break
until I'm naught
but skin
with teeth.
6 comments:
Well done.
I've been thinking about and learning history a lot lately. And I don't see how everybody else can't see history repeating itself over and over.
I think there's still this idea that our institutions are stronger than any one man. But we're already seeing what he's doing/done to them.
Thanks for coming by, Paul.
skin with teeth is a pretty intense image.
Thanks for saying so, Charles.
All we can do is move--not much else is required. Our state as individuals will soon oly be clarified with the collective stand taken.
It's going to be a hard slog, but what other choice do we have.
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