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Saturday, February 14, 2004
The Desolate Shatter and the Open Plain
This was the poem that formed the story I just posted two posts back. It's not done yet, but I like where it's ended right now..I might add more to it though.
the desolate shatter and the open plain
you held my hand
through the night
your palm was stern
the time went on.
we were there
in a world of moan
there was nothing—
the desolate shatter
and the open plain.
there in the grass
is where we were lain
would you love me
the same?
there in the grass—
that is where we
were lain.
what is despair
i said to you.
there was no answer
you only looked ahead.
and backwards
and your eyes were blank.
what is despair
and i thought
there in the grass.
where we were lain.
i felt your face
you didn't move.
you only looked ahead.
you smelled like grass.
you smelled like grass.
what is despair?
fresh cut,
fresh mown—
is this
the desolate shatter?
is this
the open plain?
we're lain here.
there we'll be.
the grass nods
its tails to and back.
you won't answer.
your eyes are black.
a man came
from the shadows
of night.
he held something
in his hand—
your face reflected
from it.
the man was tall.
he wore a hat
covering his face.
the shadow
was over his eyes.
and i ask you
what is despair?
the man approaches
his eyes become clear.
his eyes are wild.
and i ask you
what is despair?
who was the man?
why were his eyes wild?
i asked you.
you didn't answer.
you only looked ahead.
always ahead.
never back.
never at me.
you held my hand
through the night.
and the man's eyes
glew. in the darkness.
in the open plain
the desolate shatter.
what was that
in his hand?
would it stab me,
rench me, wound my core?
would it injure, sever,
and sore?
what would it do?
i said.
you didn't answer.
when time got to passing
and the night was leaving—
was leaving with soft sigh—
and you were still holding me,
my hand, you were still looking ahead—
"mommy," i said.
mommy,
i said.
mommy, i cried,
mommy i don't like this man
he's mean and looks evil.
and is he going to hurt me mommy?
how can you let him stand there mommy?
how can you, i cried.
you only stared.
with those dead eyes.
dead eyes.
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