недеља, 31. октобар 2010.

Poetry for Peace: Melissa Roxas

Geography Lesson
I can show you
the maps
on my body

bruises

the torturers left

these scattered brown things

in a mouth

thick with layers of tongue


sticky keys


and a hung note


each one

a whole country in itself
dark and beloved
               with Aeta blood

black pour        

           red pour
                       black

dark scabs

on my knees
crack
into a thick brown soup

my nipple

a callous flower

oh


these shiny things

of war

sour breath

of a dark animal

my brittle bones

my brittle beast

do not weep 

 
© by Melissa Roxas

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