The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Laura Manuelidis
You left me shredded and ravenous
No morsel on my bone
No reddened glint of muscle
My temple a pecking stone.
Only the heft, imperious
Forthcoming from your throat
Letters all jumbled and backwards
A schism of lightning: your storm.
At last the rain came forward
And melted each black note to naught
So I found the strange center of nothing
And floated my hungry thoughts.
The dream dove returned with new branches
The promise of peace on the land
The slash of divisions abolished
No owners, no conquerors, no gods.
A child is wanting some manna
That hangs to excess neighbor's tree
The bucket beside him kicked empty
For nothing is free that is free.
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