Wednesday, December 10, 2008

No faded monster

from that time 
when our softly naked skin
was open to its
razor wire predations
can be allowed to win more
degraded triumphs
over us.
It cannot be allowed
to reprise its fetid act
again and again.
We must see its face,
and know that it
can no longer reach us
with its scabrous arms.
We have no time to let its
tired, ancient barbarism
drag us away from the
life we have built in defiance
of it, and from those who now
feed off of the love we have
paid such a dear price
to nurture and preserve.
We cannot let it drag us into its
indigo lair once again.
We are bigger than it is now,
and every day we live
in contempt of it,
laughing at it, 
despising its broken grip on us,
is a day when it can no longer
make us cry out
or freeze our legs in place.
We are needed elsewhere now;
we have no time to allow
that which no longer is
to keep us away
from that which can
still be.



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