Glean by Nicole Assenza glean the lover’s limbs you’ll pull out the feathers of ego until they shiver in their naked resignation you must pierce them now as they try to tear you glean the hunter’s word you'll stalk him through the tangles see the bones of the ones before it reeks of many deaths yet you feel comfortable to lie there glean the philosophy of blood you’ll rake lines in the earth, your mind a suffering of such bliss, such profundity! if there’s salvation by chance in sacrifice you’ll be the altar, break the altar be the altar again 01/21/2006 Author's Note: Oh my gosh, I just got a letter in the mail saying this poem is a semifinalist in Poetry.com's contest =) OMG I'M SO HAPPY! Posted on 01/22/2006 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/09/08 at 02:33 PM this IS a great poem. but don't get caught up in that poetry.com stuff. it's a scam :( however, you've got a good community of honest poets here. thanks for sharing your work! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)