a single scar
that wrecks her swan posture
a second mouth
that screams redemption
to the city gutter
that swallowed her blood like rain
while she waited
to finally sleep
without shaking and cutting her teeth
he carved her a smile
for the ones she had missed
while she was waiting
for winter to pass
and the sidewalk to finally give in
he carved her a smile
so she could no longer speak
her tears mixed with iron
and the city's cold shoulder gave way
her hands flailing openclose like a fishmouth
where are the women of Dan
with their swords
to fight this plague of locusts?
where is the rising
like air ?
her feet are dancing death
no sword in her mouth
the air mocks her grasp
and night falls hard and terrible
her second mouth
gapes open like a cavern
her second smile
seeps through the cracks
he pounds her skin into pavement
and the city, it keeps, it keeps.
EAC © 2010
