04 November, 2012

Wailing Wall

Cry, then, little monster
Let all of it whale up to the surface
Burst through your mouth
And slap its tail against the water

The way it stings
From all those molecules, hydrogen bonds
Clinging together
So the palm of all this grief stings
For full minutes afterward

And that is as it should be
Though once it's out
You needn't hold to it longer
Do not reel it back
Or throw a spangled scarf over it

This opening you've made
Is the essence of courage
And the shame isn't yours

It's for some other belly
And some other whale

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