Hunger

Great Granddaughter Mountain

There’s a cold and furry dog outside:

You notice.

And some people walk through bullets

Without a second fucking glance.

You also notice this.

Some mountains are grandfathers,

some are great-granddaughters,

some are all they have ever been while

others are only now what they are.

Great mountain, great-granddaughter, killer,

freezer, wintry affront to the second dimension,

holy, scary, dark, fast mountain:

Grow legs, you grow cold,

grow wings, grow old.  Wizened, sized,

Wide-eyed and wild.

Great-granddaughter, become

 

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This entry was published on December 8, 2012 at 23:27 and is filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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