Chimera – Day 2

So I’m taking a break between sending off edits of MARTYR and delving into copyedits of IMMORTAL CIRCUS: ACT TWO to share the next poem in my final project. Which is probably one of my favorites.

Without further ado…

 

II

Whose body bursts

in the style of Miller

In this world, you watch the clouds move

and wait to find a shape like yours; you search

for capra skulls in cumulus, serpents

in strata. You have grown impatient

with men, who strive only to be

what they already are. In this world,

the only change is entropy—you watch

them wither, wait for them to re-emerge, to break

from deep within their skins—you wait

for them to become more.

But you will always wait. They are not

like clouds, like metaphor; it is you

who will go on to change without them. It is you

whose body bursts at sunset. It is you.

It is you.