leaving on a good note
Last Updated (Sunday, 15 November 2009 22:39) Written by Megan Whitney Tuesday, 05 May 2009 22:48
she sees: shimmering grandeur
from Egyptian men
spear-handed
in ancient loin clothes,
driving oversized SUVs on sand streets
in the middle of the dessert.
the distance not important,
she walks, light years, to Tibetan temples,
sleeps with monks,
but silence is suffocating.
so, drowning under ocean blue she
flies with fish,
resilient and net-worth uncaught,
loyal to their tangled and swelling friend.
“A mermaid, a mermaid”
Australian men ring out, but alas,
she is not more than a bloated corpse,
plebian-scales attached from eating her legs
