Tiddly-Winks - Poem by Tyler Martin
As turtles seek the inside of their shells,
So I am trying here to find a way
To shield myself from ancestors whose cries
From depths unknown suggest to me a truth
That will release a future long repressed.
As poison arrows pierce the veil of night,
The trails they leave suggest the path ahead.
It isn't death from whence they came, but death
Portends destruction's flight ominously:
The dead shoot arrows we are meant to trace.
A feckless streak which slithers through my life,
A River Lethe erasing what is good
By inches, spanning years, with nightly floods,
It has wiped out my memory of you.
And everyone else too. And me, of course.
Despite the years of losing friends to floods,
I find myself here, missing someone new.
A monster I may be, yet tenderly
Do we embrace on Sunday's blushing streets,
Suffused at length with love's confused advice.
The ancestors who shoot the arrows want
To kill my love of all that rots and all
That makes me yearn to hide away for good.
They only want me to speak up, to tell
My girl that it's okay to love herself.
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