11-12-2011, 07:33 AM
V. 2
Edits: dropped articles/ altered some prepositions in stanzas one and two. removed a comma and the word "any" from the second line of the second stanza
bullet hole, 1994
After the echo and arrest, the reporters
and opened gate to the backyard,
we went to see the damage.
When my father stopped me
from going further
I was busy thinking of coal,
the brittle rock
that turns men into mines
with claps of dust.
I thought there was a piece of it
in the wall.
That week, it followed
my eyes through windows,
staring into the hallway from outside.
Once, when no one was home,
I went to touch it,
only to find a
hole
bewitchingly black.
The emptiness
I explored like a flashlight
aimed at the sky,
let the darkness
limp over my finger
as ash
and by the time the house awoke
my burial had left me cold
to the nail.
I was a miner
carving life
out of stone;
digging for shells
with the voices of tides,
holding them to my ear
wishing they would not
tell me of their birth
and how close I was
to death.
V. 1
After the echo and the arrest, the reporters,
the open gate in the backyard,
we went to see the damage.
When my father stopped me
from going any further,
I was busy thinking of coal,
the brittle rock
that turns men into mines
with claps of dust.
I thought there was a piece of it
in the wall.
That week, it followed
my eyes through windows,
staring into the hallway from outside.
Once, when no one was home,
I went to touch it,
only to find a
hole
bewitchingly black.
The emptiness
I explored like a flashlight
aimed at the sky,
let the darkness
limp over my finger
as ash
and by the time the house awoke
my burial had left me cold
to the nail.
I was a miner
carving life
out of stone;
digging for shells
with the voices of tides,
holding them to my ear
wishing they would not
tell me of their birth
and how close I was
to death.
Edits: dropped articles/ altered some prepositions in stanzas one and two. removed a comma and the word "any" from the second line of the second stanza
bullet hole, 1994
After the echo and arrest, the reporters
and opened gate to the backyard,
we went to see the damage.
When my father stopped me
from going further
I was busy thinking of coal,
the brittle rock
that turns men into mines
with claps of dust.
I thought there was a piece of it
in the wall.
That week, it followed
my eyes through windows,
staring into the hallway from outside.
Once, when no one was home,
I went to touch it,
only to find a
hole
bewitchingly black.
The emptiness
I explored like a flashlight
aimed at the sky,
let the darkness
limp over my finger
as ash
and by the time the house awoke
my burial had left me cold
to the nail.
I was a miner
carving life
out of stone;
digging for shells
with the voices of tides,
holding them to my ear
wishing they would not
tell me of their birth
and how close I was
to death.
V. 1
After the echo and the arrest, the reporters,
the open gate in the backyard,
we went to see the damage.
When my father stopped me
from going any further,
I was busy thinking of coal,
the brittle rock
that turns men into mines
with claps of dust.
I thought there was a piece of it
in the wall.
That week, it followed
my eyes through windows,
staring into the hallway from outside.
Once, when no one was home,
I went to touch it,
only to find a
hole
bewitchingly black.
The emptiness
I explored like a flashlight
aimed at the sky,
let the darkness
limp over my finger
as ash
and by the time the house awoke
my burial had left me cold
to the nail.
I was a miner
carving life
out of stone;
digging for shells
with the voices of tides,
holding them to my ear
wishing they would not
tell me of their birth
and how close I was
to death.
Written only for you to consider.
