Today's poem is by Leilani Hall
Nocturne for the Dying
We met as the blind do, disregarding
sight, unfortunate first appearances
as if one of us had been a sparrow
without wings dragged in from play.
Do I need to revise this song
without pity? Did pity come to us
or walk with us, ride on our backs?
Parasite we cannot discard.
You pulled your hind leg through darkness,
body bare as my own (even hair forsakes the sick)
and I lurched mid-traffic, soiled with the past. Cars
coursed like blood about us, no hesitation at our presence
That woman that dog
and neither of us had the energy for anger or fear. That's why
we made it this far. Like early cancer, as unassuming
as headache or afternoon nosebleed, no one thought to remove
us. And in the metastatic dark we clung to each other and grew.
Copyright © 2005 Leilani Hall All rights reserved
from Swimming the Witch
Cherry Grove Collections
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