Tuesday, April 5, 2011

On The Other End Of Eight / new poems 2011

Pagan Eves

Within me, ribs
wanting release

and so with the remainder
of my broken teeth, I tear,

I break them loose
with the chew of sinew,
the shark bite of cartilage,
the mastication of marrow

choking my
own muffled howl
stifled by
bitten, bloody lips

carrying a kiss
for all the pagan
Eves I will fashion.

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