June 11, 2009 (Circle Blockade)
CIRCLE BLOCKADE
I.
I stand in the middle
Of a circle blockade
To protect from
The black crows flying
But the circle tightens
And I’m shut it.
II.
There are festivities faraway
And I’m in the woods
Trying to live off
What I have only
And nothing more than that.
I call out to the outside
But she doesn’t hear me
Over the noises of celebration
At the party I couldn’t attend.
III.
She has no time to
Answer her phone
Her schedule is booked
I’m on her waiting list.
IV.
I break the glass
Of the circle blockade
With a stone.
I climb a tree
To scream her name
Loud so she can hear.
The crows take me away
maybe they’ll carry and
place me in her arms.
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