5/18/03
We
try to siphon out
the serpent's poison
Our
bleak, barely beating hearts
--sluggish blood--
fists to the wounds,
strength ebbing
--breathes gasping, broken in our lungs.
Bitten by jealousy and hate
we are like tempest seas
all fury and chaos,
we've eclisped the sun in our anger.
We
failed to catch the voices
screaming obscenities from our throats
and found ourselves
drowning like wreckage.
These
gaping wounds
are like silent mouths
crying in anguish.
These
words, blood red,
gushing in thick hot streams
-our hands too full
of prejudice and pride
to catch them.
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