Saturday, January 15, 2022

projection

Plant yourself against the earth,

push your eyes deep into the sky.

It has been Friday forever—

bits and pieces chewed,

the unity of bark and bite

your blocking upon the boards,

cast by feckless fate and

archetype (the role your costume fit).

It has been winter so long

your branches bow, 

the cold weight of your crown 

coming down, the heavy curtains and

the flats on the fly—

in doubt and sorrow and fury 

you play your part. More’s the pity,

such is life, aiming for the cheap seats 

your voice fills your boot and 

your back, strong from your belly,

unfurling from your spine,

the thunder you have wrung 

stem to stern, bellows to 

the burn, spat lightning and 

eaten scenery, sad to have at last

gotten a laugh after learning

dying is so much harder.

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