Sunday, 7 September 2014
A feeling
Turn these stones
into bread
Chocolate lime dissolves in burnt mouth
Snail eggs open in the compost heap
The wrong half's naked
as the bulb stutters off
Orange lip skirts
slug with blackest eyestems
shrinking in
Crying without suffering
a thing a name
might stick to
flash
of excruciating empathy
Hands
will not conduct
tenderness
She
looks
down
Tears
wait at lids heavy
enough for the drop
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The devilish challenge -- "turn these stones into bread" -- might seem less cynical were there a lot of stones about, and no bread.
ReplyDeleteBut was not that then exactly the case?
Can it be the devil was simply talking good sense?
There are many mysteries.
(I suppose the devil probably said that too, awful tease that he was... is?)
Broken hands here will not easily conduct keystrokes, let alone tenderness.
What would Jesus do & c.
What would Jesus do, indeed
ReplyDeleteAs dark and deep as the quarry, may sound. As amusing as the joke about it be - darkness seems far more promising than daylight
Old Nick's a decent enough economist.
ReplyDeleteAs far as the light's concerned, it all depends on what the day holds.