#1068 - two poems - with a burnt stick, unpity

 

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two poems

 

with a burnt stick

for ghost writing

 

beyond all seasons where we go

to build the empire in a soul

make garden of the book

 

how to?

eyes up

reflect

go on!

 

cross out what was

find ways from

 

heart beats hard

 

I juggernaut such wordshape will

ride roughshod

 

way the tree grows

creeks runs

 

deeps of all the felt before

 

with a rusted nail

just the side of the brain

 

with everything we heard

all that we saw

 

birds are the bright of it

we give thanks

 

no one remembers

time before machine thrall

 

all in a grain

all over now

and here as far

 

though most of the mind is remembering time

we go to the stars

 

unpity

belated, for day of people living with disability

 

some little difference we all do

makes otherwise magnificent

 

no guessing need

take me or you

we go about our each day

 

sit up if that’s your thing and sing

let the cat go unskinned too

 

to each her superpowers

 

a little dizzy where bionic

by ingenuity of grip

 

a voice, or if not

gesture

 

we all of us carry some self in a shell

and not to be pitied again