“One can live without having survived.” Carolyn Forche

Tear out my guts
and leave me in a pool
of despair,
above the moon’s raging
in the dark as society sheds
tears of blood.

To what purpose, crocus,
do you come late into flower
when destruction’s left
behind bones and cartilage?

When you look into my
eyes do you see a crushed soul?
Do you see me waging a battle
as old as time?

You see one can go on
without remaining alive, tossing
hope into garbage under the
fierce blue sky, we utter not groan
nor do we turn and sigh.

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads