When a Poet Dies
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What do you do when a poet dies?
When Maya died Oh how I cried.
Who will give us the words from the other side.
A poet, a scribe, a teacher, a preacher, a...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
the po~et 12 (bathsheba)
Whenever Jack sees him her lungs become disabled, collapsed, non-functional. The air becomes tepid and thick. These feelings suffocate trapping her words at the top of her throat leaving her tongue only to mumble mindless babble. Torture, but his image like a relief pattern carved into her memory justifies her suffering.
She's still not prepared to see him even though she was hunting him down tracking his scent hoping to see his shadow. But when she sees him her body contracts--as usual. Her intestines weave into a knot making it difficult for her to move forward. She wants to run and hide, she wants to talk to him, she wants to touch him, she wants to kiss him, tell him she's in love with him, she wants to follow him to wherever he's going, instead she just smiles and says hello--stupidly.
Bathsheba posed seductively for David. Some say he fell on his own sword. I believe exaltation didn't seduce him. It was the silhouette of Bathsheba bathing, waiting for him to come and take her.
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