from Bharat jiva [running sadness to the ground]

running sadness to the ground
divided
running sadness to the ground
strange though
I prefer to play with matches
rough ride midnight's helpless plea
under yesterday's lapse into
praying for an evolutionary jerk forward

oh body
washed in blood
and covered in phosophorous ash
spring me one last breath
filled with real remnants
quicksilver and lead
let me drink from your
sorry scheme of things

let me touch the spot
that bites back

Credit

From Bharat jiva, published by Belladonna Books. Copyright © 2009, by kari edwards. Reprinted with permission of Belladonna Books.