I just read this poem that Joe wrote awhile back, and I LOVE it. Read it out loud. :)
Fairy Tales
i.
I knew a man made of bricks
layered thick with mortar
mixed from mammoth bones and milk
He'd leave a ring of salty silt
around his patchwork quilted keep
where guilt would not permit him sleep:
he'd killed the boy who had him built.
ii.
I knew a woman grown from grass
a dewy mass of creepers
clasped within an hourglass
Her eyes, behind a shining mask
betrayed a soul aghast, to see
the task that tugged her destiny:
her seedlings poisoned by her past.
iii.
I knew a world composed of air,
by ever-flaring glow
ensnared and spun 'round unseen gears
In planes surrounding, pitch as fear
unnumbered eyes too clearly burned
and dared their king at every turn:
“Release these jewels from your care.”
iv.
I woke the day the glaciers thawed;
archangels saw the earth:
a raw, redemption-seeking shore
where meaning might be wrought from war
upon the rank disorder seen,
and sword-brandishing scholars dream
of heaven's insubstantial door.
v.
I walked in meadows sewn from skin
where grew great minarets of
spinning solitude and shame
Their flowers played a foolish game of twining songs to tame the eye
and claim for each an arc of sky -
which rent itself to offer rain.
vi.
I spoke a language writ in dust
that drifts from musty jawbones
just as marsh gives rise to mist
'tis spoken not so much as kissed;
a silhouette's persistent lines
can twist e'en darkness into signs
or grow a golden crown from grist
vii.
I met a creature cast in light;
its seven spiteful tongues
inviting me to climb and ride
between bright murals, tall and wide
its talons ripped aside the floor
to chide its chosen with a roar:
“you've each a grave that grows inside.”
viii.
I write so as not to forget;
my proud octet of lies,
regretful that I have but eight.
E'er hungering to demonstrate
and measure at a rate precise
the final weight of sacrifice:
we die to feed what we create.
ask_me_anything.
