I want to sing out
And fill the spaces between the bullets with something beautiful,
Something real,
Bang a tambourine and dance like grey-eyed Miriam through the desert sands,
In ecstasy.
But my mind is atrophied, the words, forgotten.
I am silence and the fear of a nation,
What you cannot see under the smooth mirrored surface:
The white flesh
(Must find the sun)
The scarred hand
(Taught by fire)
The tilted face
(Whispering in the dark)
Thoughts of
Damnation
And a world that burns now, even as we speak.
5 comments:
Well! That led to some interesting side reading. Thanks for it -
PG
:D
really like this Shan...really like it!
"But my mind is atrophied, the words, forgotten"
can relate to that line..
Muchas gracias. I'm feeling a bit 'Games Without Frontiers' lately, if you couldn't tell. :D
Super powerful words, I love a poem that takes you into the dark side and tells you to dance with a tambourine through the desert sands in ecstasy. I am in awe.
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