Stroke your arm and think:
The universe is bloodless,
Not I; this body
of flesh, veins, soft pulsing heart,
made to spill, to break;
Life, to the beat of mad drums,
or hands on my skin.
The universe is bloodless;
Not I, this body of flesh.
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The Universe is Bloodless
Posted in Poetry, tagged choka, Poetry on September 18, 2009| Leave a Comment »