Not Without Blood

We are a long way

from praying now

Our cities are burning,

being turned inside out 

Glass and flesh

Mouth and heart- being 

reborn under screams

or a heavy boot 

 

Someone is dying alone 

in a small, white room or

on sidewalks under fist and feet 

 

Sometimes,

the change can't come 

 

not without blood

or a clean break from everything we know 

 

This is for the broken- who are more evolved 

who have laid down the salt of their own 

bones into the Earth 

who have grown

like a flower in cracked concrete-

a colorful stamp of character- You cannot touch it 

You cannot crush the stem of our hate 

or our love. 

 

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Jan9thian's picture

That last stanza is

That last stanza is absolutely brilliant.


Jan9thian

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eleven_eleven's picture

a wonderful read

a wonderful read

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

I thank you kindly and

I thank you kindly and appreciate you stopping by to read it. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

lyrycsyntyme's picture

"You cannot crush the stem of

"You cannot crush the stem of our hate

or our love"

 

Yes. Yes, indeed. And do we often confuse the two, or are they grafted of the same root?

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thanks for the read! Oh they

Thanks for the read! Oh they are definitely from the same root. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

True and wonderfully written.

True and wonderfully written. I think we all need a little of this :)


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thank you! I haven't talked

Thank you! I haven't talked to you in forevvvvver. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.