“fear is such a vicious thing/ it wraps me up in chains/ find out find out what this fear is about”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:

Vultures, radiantfracture

I say vultures are the only poets:
they gorge on the remains
of old age and surprise attacks
treachery, waste, and accident
Cholera, botulism, and anthrax—
They swallow everything, and transmute it
into thick black feathers, into flight.

Let me be like that, unabashed to be seen
naked and hideous and hungry, transforming
in the boiling kettle of my belly
all the poison in the meat,
all the sickness and sour hate
into undigestible beauty.


The author says this is “about making art in a bad time.” (Source)

---L.

Subject quote from The Working Hour, Tears for Fears.

Comments

[radiantfracture]

Thanks for posting!

[larryhammer]

Thank you for permission!