Artist Unknownwe stab ourselves
i must hear You
we stab
cutting the flaps of skin
the words twisting out, piling up onto the floor of our homes
they mix in the sounds of our blood
they drown
but it does not stop
we hear the same songs in the stomachs of others
so we grab more knives to cut them out
i must hear you
we grab more knives, but there are more and more stomachs
- Anis Mojgani
2 comments:
You stopped just short of my favorite line:
We need
bigger knives
Still, I love
I know. It was a big decision. Forgive me.
(The absolute best line of the whole poem--well, competing with "the hospitals are full...")
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