22/07/2008
Broken Spirit
We called it grim necessity, even though we knew that what we were doing amounted to torture. We never laid a hand to him, never whipped him or branded him, but we knew that we had broken him. We had destroyed the wild freedom that defined him. Enticing him with apples, we felt fraudulent, evil, for we were the only ones who knew of the Snow White deceit of our crisp treats. Eventually he trusted us, allowed us to come closer, until we could touch his nose; after a while, he blindly followed us into the corral, as if anticipating something even grander than the juicy red morsels we’d given him. All we greeted him with, however, was the chaffing of a saddle, the buzzing flick of a lasso and the harsh jab of alien metal spurs. Once inside the corral, he changed. He paced back and forth at the fence as if contemplating an escape. When he grew tired, he hung his head, the majestic rise of his shoulders becoming sway-backed in defeat as he half-heartedly snuffled at the grass and dandelions. Occasionally, when he raised his head and the breeze ruffled his mane, we could see some of his soul return, even if only for a moment.
That was three years ago. Sometimes he still stands next to the fence rail, his gaze distant, but now he doesn’t look as if he’s plotting his escape. Instead, he looks as though he accepts what has happened. I follow his gaze to the horizon, wondering what he is thinking and when I see the meadows dotted with wildflowers, lush fields surrounded by craggy-faced mountains, I share his existence and my heart breaks for him.
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14/04/2008
Windchime
An erotic dervish dances
Through my hollows
Creating the invisible from
The invisible;
I am nothing and everything -
My soul is a bell, noticed
Only when it is
Silent.
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Apocalypse
The past shattered an hour ago;
Screaming from the weight of
Atlas' soul,
It tumbled (an inward mirror
Reflecting lost gods)
Along the length of his spine,
Paused at the truth
Of his hip,
Trembled and exploded int
Flesh-dust.
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