Tuesday, May 26, 2015

POEM: "By The Goat's Skull, Near The Scrolls"

By The Goat’s Skull, Near The Scrolls 

Sunday again no ants crawling 
just stray dogs and a cat on a roof

Each dawn gaze at the horizon
then don’t look on it all day long

It will be determined
stretched tight as a winter rope

Night or day birth or death
numb-dumb of twin nothing at all

A suggestion not a commandment
a caravan determines to keep going 

One excavation of the heart
one brown hand for pomegranate

Can the naming of either part 
determine the cadenas of a life

An anti-whip prevent a snap
in sand in the vagaries of love? 

© 2015 Rob Schackne

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