sorrows
who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be
beautiful who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals
that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin
sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls clicking
their bony fingers
they have heard me beseeching
as i whispered into my own
cupped hands enough not me again
but who can distinguish
one human voice
amid such choruses
of desire
From Voices by Lucille Clifton. Copyright © 2009 by Lucille Clifton. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd, www.boaeditions.org. All rights reserved.