Thursday, October 14, 2010

Gong Poem No. 2 for Big Tent Poetry

Big Tent Gong Day 2 – from rob mclennan’s wild horses, “eleven lines of itchy sorrow”


fate of my right hand


seems utterly at a disconnect

with the rest of me

the only part

not burned

in the

fire


i sniff at its freshness

suspicious of its

mundane

skin-smell

when all

the rest

of me

is ash

1 comment:

  1. The shape of this is really interesting.

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