pedestals

i have given you all
and now am nothing
it would have been a beautiful
ruin to watch
us dancing like ravens
above the onrushing ground
ribbons of each other
between our beaks
but
it doesn’t end like this
anger will take the place of desire
and desire a venom to spur
a different determination
if only we could let the other
go

let the unfinished stewer alone
snipe, and stumble in the
all-too familiar tombs
of that rotten inner-deep
we sought to climb from out, grasping
at angels

there is a circle, yes,
a mad circle
within that self preoccupied space
and the down ‘n hungry poison will bite
with teeth anew

anger will eat its way out
to the open air
because it has to
and to that end, i
am but a shallow replacement

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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