Monday, September 10, 2012

Inextinguishable Need


                                                                Has a new master.

To need nothing,
own nothing.
They who have nothing
have nothing to lose.
They who have everything are lost.
Nothing of value is lost.

Wind blows across the plains,
through trees on the horizon
that must be felled
so fog may lift from the fields,
where you saw nothing
before the felling.


                                                                                                Get a new man!

Small measures of value feed
your Inextinguishable Need
for Mercy,
your story.
Take care
of your spirit, your gimp. Don’t go dull
on us. The sun sets. Sunrise
after dawn’s tentacles cover
the moon. Here are trees that stand
somehow. Make it to the forest. Settle
where no safety is,
nor need for Prospero’s wand.

(10 September 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander

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