07-27-2013, 06:13 AM
The blood came pouring down,
they said he was pointing his finger;
“I was only stretching my arm,”
He said. “How can one go far in this life
without even stretching a hand?”
— :“You were pointing somewhere
nonetheless. And the blood flows
whichever way…”
In the moment, each path he faces
predicts a death in that direction.
An unhappy affair
and symbolic gesture, misinterpreted
from time to time; unreal
and mutilated by intellect through the ages.
“Come back,” says his sister, says his
brother, says the woman he goes to see.
He sat and told of his troubles in her decorated room;
lighthouses, family photographs in frames,
legal definitions of how two people can touch.
The last day, she wore furs reminding
him of how he felt
when he was allowed to hold
a puppy in his parents’ bed;
and the fox head he thought he saw stuck through a tree
as they climbed the hill back home one weekday evening.
That was the day she realized she wouldn’t be able to see him again;
and the reasons were something he couldn’t know.
they said he was pointing his finger;
“I was only stretching my arm,”
He said. “How can one go far in this life
without even stretching a hand?”
— :“You were pointing somewhere
nonetheless. And the blood flows
whichever way…”
In the moment, each path he faces
predicts a death in that direction.
An unhappy affair
and symbolic gesture, misinterpreted
from time to time; unreal
and mutilated by intellect through the ages.
“Come back,” says his sister, says his
brother, says the woman he goes to see.
He sat and told of his troubles in her decorated room;
lighthouses, family photographs in frames,
legal definitions of how two people can touch.
The last day, she wore furs reminding
him of how he felt
when he was allowed to hold
a puppy in his parents’ bed;
and the fox head he thought he saw stuck through a tree
as they climbed the hill back home one weekday evening.
That was the day she realized she wouldn’t be able to see him again;
and the reasons were something he couldn’t know.