no barbarians at the door?
now what?
i don’t need your balm
your stinkin salve
your pallid comfort
in the absence of
chaos
loss
and cancerdocbarbarians
who am i?
slinker in parks
once stalked by a mad cousin
now weathervane jesus
portends a prairie resurrection
of metis mother-in-law
who will rise with the next
gibbous moon
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it is night and the barbarians haven’t come
some people say that there aren’t anymore
barbarians what will we do without them?
(Waiting for the Barbarians C.P. Cavafy)
Fall 2019
songanddancegirl 