And the winds were like knives

the earth like a platter

to serve us like meats


Our souls had no souls

and we were hungry, empty –

fragile but indelicate


The sun burned our eyes

and the seasons passed

and the snows left us blind –

blind statues of glass


The soil became us

and we grew all the flowers

blooming and wilting in witness


And the rain retrieved us

taking the many blind statues in the soil

back up into the savage sky

Alex Ziperovich Reading @ Da’daedal 2

Published on Mar 17, 2013

Alex Ziperovich reading “My Poor Friend Jamie” @ The Josephine for Da’daedal’s one year anniversary

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