songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

MAN

THE MAN WHO ALMOST DIED

looks so happy all the time  except for when

death tugs at his pant leg  panting    Then he

looks spectral   thin   grey skin   barely hugging

his chin

 

I saw him last night and it looked to me that all

of the levity among the men around him   The

back-slapping-beer-drinking crew   was just a

metaphor for: not yet being a member of the old

boys club  with one leg astride a man cave*

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Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

 

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

 

 

(Sylvia Plath  Lady Lazarus  October 1962)

 

 

 

Last Day Spring 2015 *(bat-grave-caves reserved for those with capes)

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