a meat mine
if you could just see me now,
hands pitted blood red
one clasped to my chest,
the other covering my wound..
base metal..
like some bag of skin
i felt for one moment that i could reach out to you,
that the sea in its wisdom,
its green blue wisdom
could for one impulsive moment cease its spring tide
you're wasting my time
send my aching limbs towards your totem smile..
and that my bleeding might stop..
and that my wounds could heal
nobody has the decency to say anything
and that my arm could weld itself to yours
we dream together
people pour past me a wilting figure
metallic,
wooden,
constrained..
caged
masked
hatred
I felt as if I could see leaves,
I could see summer leaves
that autumns wind had cast to the ground
give it up...
I felt as if I could sculpt time
but in one moment
this sweet clay turned to blood..
sea blood,
un-refined..
we sit in silence
i had hoped to sculpt a memory of you
sea memories,
of intense colours contained within a million sea stones..
spoon fed or watershed..
give it up..
and kill.
jahyawhan.
