{Boom, Said Thunder} ii. [PK/Rebel]
Jun 5, 2017 14:09:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 14:09:09 GMT -5
We didn’t see the world
Eye to eye.
His voice carried longer,
He loomed like a sunflower
Craned upward to the sky.
I preferred the quiet
Shadows of dusk and dark
And kept to the forest floor.
There is nothing special about me
that would warrant a second look.
I think it was because of Salome
My heart beat different
And my head hurt.
I didn’t cry because
There was no use spreading tears
For a soul that would ascend.
She deserved to leave us behind.
But Sampson wanted the world
To see that he could change—
He would make them see
Words and speeches
Won’t dry eyes or mend hearts.
No one sees me
In the dark of night.
He knows I could do it
They will come for me and
I’ll slither away to shadow
My second skin.
That is why in the cool of the morning,
When dawn has not yet broken
And the birds are not fluttering
I set out down the road and go about
Making the change we need for him.
They have already been at work for hours
Stacking tins of fertilizer pellets and salt peter
Dreams and dangers crammed together
Their hands odorous with rebellion.
I am not softer on her because of what she may be:
A mother, a friend, a lover.
Salome never had a chance to be any of those things.
She would have tamed the sun and organized the stars
If her hands had the chance.
But now we’re left with sorrow, pallid in our grief.
If anger was a vice then I breathe it in to help me
I wrap my hands around a can with a kerchief dangling,
And use my lighter to set it ablaze.
There are times when your soul is
And isn’t yours
Traded
For that moment when
You can see your life veer left, or right.
You are this one action,
Defined by what may come.
The can spirals and sails,
Shattering into a blast of light and smoke
Above our heads.
Funny,
How fire can make us all still.
I don’t wait to see her face,
Or to hear them charge.
Instead my feet take me to where
I’m supposed to go,
Waiting until she
Like a shooting star
Sails too close.