Monday, November 6, 2017

Joshua 8: In Writing

Circle round to
spy the back,
search for crevices 
between the bricks of the walls
between the bowels of the earth.

The hours slurp by
like a snail slithering. 
Crouch in wait
fire against your face--
close and not close
you predator, 
ready to pounce

Hold tight to the past
a burden on your back
each time echoing the first--

Raise it, clutched like a spear--

even life can be a knife
time sharpened to a dull gleam

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