Gus Schreiber


Sovereignty - Poem by Gus Schreiber

A beating heart cannot help
but cause grief to those around it
somehow, somewhere,
and neither does it have the sovereignty
to say goodnight
with clear and unfluttering eyelids.
At the second of birth
a newborn is his mother’s thief
and to clear one’s own path
is to crush the unseen nests
of animals, underfoot.
I never meant it
and neither did you, of course.
No more than the winds
which toppled our modest shed
or the sun
which burnt our soft, pale skin


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011


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