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Maybe Find It In The Town...

by Ariane Scott

I. Maybe Find It In the Town.

We drove for days
in search of skin.

For it was May then
and we were waking,
corpses who must feed
on flesh like all the things
that stir to eat and suck to live
again in Spring.

We found two towns with
wooded roads, blank villages
that showed no sign of things
held long by street and brick
long after dwellers leave.

These towns were not deserted;
here no one had yet arrived.

II. So Look In the Forest.

Who said the woods would
bring us something real?

We hid the car
beneath a bridge, you pressed
my hand and led me deep
into the pliant green.
Of all the earth on forest floor
how is it that you knew
the precise place
to build the fire?

III. It Smolders When Found.

That transient hold on skin
and tool, sanity and truth;
the burn to ash of all those
things we say we need.

We found it in the forest--
yet we could not save it
when the forest
burned away.


Posted on 10/04/2006
Copyright © 2021 Ariane Scott

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 10/04/06 at 10:19 PM

Reads like a pact, a twist of pre-destiny.
'...the burn to ash of all those things we say we need.' - could almost be a metaphor scorching 'all those things we need to say', baiting two versions of 'wealth'.
What it comes down to is a motion poem, with a 'Hopper' feel to it, the natural and the unnatural, but which is which? :> Wets my appetite and sucks me dry and burns me up.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/06/06 at 01:26 AM

I love the 3 parts to this and the way that it just kind of ripples on your skin, vaguely unsettling and yet familiar at the same time. We've all had our forests and we've all had our fires. Lovely -I look forward to more of your work!

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