Unshakable
you said it was unshakable,
and when it finally shook
you turned away
and claimed your innocence.

And to this day I think about
what once was said:
"Unshakable"
And memorize each tremor
that you cause in her
unshakable...

Believing in those porous words
and crashing with their own descent
she did not shatter
did not wither
but-
instead she seeped
blood and bone to dust
she lay to sleep.

When dreaming was no mockery
you knew-
she'd leave no secret safe behind her lips
but meet it with your silver tongue
so you could know her tremors
through and through.

But you denied the passage of her sounds
clipped her syllables one day
and then they could not fly.
Denied of that poetic justice
sunset walks to happy endings-
she just felt the sunburn all too late.

But could you help it?
You're no broken boy...
just a iron bar contorted into
other-wordly shapes,
into massive little paradoxes,
box in a box in a box
in a barrel.

Had you the sacred means
to put the key to lock and save her
would you do so?
Take the torment from
her wispy ill translucent form
and put it through your own?

Settle for the lesser spotlight?
Be no worshipped savior,
just annonymous,
Absorbing without name nor face
the breadth of this condition?

Could you?
Told me time again
that you'd be worthy of her judgement.
Now the Earth is taking gasping swallows
greedy at her feet
to take her to the depths of hell
and Lord,
you know she'd take oh all the steps
and greedy in return
secure all fiery depths to her own name
to rid herself of violent quakes
you shamelessly had germinated
deep within the writhings of her gut.

So prove it to me.
Words have never been the ink that sticks
in cases such as yours.
Can you make it valid?
All that's left now in your wake
are wasted rubble scribblings
blood and bone to dust now
through the glass.

11/26/2003

Posted on 11/27/2003
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