No Such Thing as People
I have seen the chest of sky
at her deepest breath
A black sky draped like cloth
over a table I am under
The stars are glistening – they
are juices inside of melons
peaches, bad people. There is
no such thing as bad people
Just good people eating
the same things over and over
ignoring the plates of strange
misshapen people
that become our soil. See the
children in the soil
Watch them touch the sky
on a mountain of dirt
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Truly powerful, Britt. Made me think of Goya’s “Saturn Devouring His Son.” And Egyptian mythology. So evocative.
*goes to write this poem on the wall of his house*
“A black sky draped like cloth
over a table I am under.”
Very striking image!
third or fourth reading already…I’ll keep digging
Fantastic poem, Britt. Another one of yours I wish I had written. 🙂