Brittle Goes The Bone

Rating: 5.0

for Anthros Del Mar

The animal we are
reserves just rights
to complain -

empty bellies,
encroached territories,
crotch urgencies,
skin withers,
fur falls -

brittle goes the bone,
so small the gathered human corners,
so great the needed mercies.

We must not dishonor
the animal we are.
We fight for blood right,
birth right, some bread,
a place to lie down
with kindred beings.

A patch beside a stream,
a doll house street,
sweat-and-blood won,

proclaims a personal kingdom.

Listen now.

Milky or Muddy Ways
somewhere require stunning loss.

We are falling,
battered lips praising
still.

We have
witnessed,
yes,
cracked
all this.

With a kiss
love in the crush
and crank is

sealed.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: homage
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 14 March 2015

Very interesting poem. All of our bones get more brittle, the older we get. Well written.

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Vipins Puthooran 02 October 2011

Strive for the right is usual in today's world. Headless fight and legless walk are always ends in a muddy shore ... Well written...

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Warren Falcón 27 September 2011

Yes, Leslie. Perhaps my most difficult task is to comprehend the 'gathered human corners' of community and the family of humanity and all 'kindred beings.' And to seal that Love in my own grasps, caresses, extended hand and kisses.

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It's about the struggle of man right. we're all in this fight together!

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