songanddancegirl

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

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

__

 

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

 

 

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