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The
Labyrinth
The Forces that Be
divine me to
take your heads between my knees, and crack them open like nuts. To press ink from the grapes of your hopes, Drain you for my drink. To use the salt of your tears to flavour my food. To decorate the maze of your lives with sharp daggers,
unmindful of the scrapes on my own. And then.
While you lie sleeping I will
fall to my knees, let my kohl soil the rivers left dry upon my cheek, release the jackal's deathcry from my battered lungs (battered body, broken heart) and rage to the heavens at the injustice of it all. For only the cursed
can become another's scourge. Anu Elizabeth Antony |
If you have any comments on this poem, Anu Elizabeth Antony
would be
pleased to hear them.
