Posts Tagged ‘Jessica Jackson’

Open Ground

My innards are spun,
Circuiting the deep, permanent root.
I am roughly written on the rim
Of a clay vase, one with fragmented,
Dusty bones once used in the fire
Of the Mobu’s promise.

I can cut and pin your clothed skin.
Feel the scent of God; it has been bled.


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Near the end of the gravel road,
Where the knee high grass becomes a sin
Amongst the padded feet of trespassers,
Where the metal gate sighs two feet above
The dishonored earth. I will sit between

The sable blades that arch like stooped
Shoulders of dying men, too weak to rise
Any higher than their own breath and I
Will destabilize the rhythm of the sun.

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