Showing posts with label anonymity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anonymity. Show all posts

Friday, August 31, 2018

Look (it) up


Anyway, it was a woman
who actually spoke first.

“I smell a rat!”
said no Henry or Hamlet
Hard(l)y a Thomas, nary a Richard but a Jane Doe
made this first lament 
despite the great efforts spent
assigning credit-worthiness, 
sighting the source, casting quoted blame
upon small creatures.

And ultimately, it comes to require
repetition, a mask
of sense-ability, or sorts
of ilk and stank disguised with must.

The woman slips into the cloak,
it spreads across the floor.

The folded entity
has been
erased from the scene. 
A mole scurries out from the hem
leaving a mark of beauty 
above the spoken word.



Painting by Giovanni Segantini [Public domain], c. 1891 via Wikimedia Commons.

(Bone pile)

My lips are sealed with  The caulk of deaf ears. Born for this. Lessons to be learned as chapters Turned  Over, like how to read our bodies ...