Don’t hold back, they say. Spill your guts
but guts are easy, guts are nothing. Truth
is written in my bones.
Pull the entrails out and read them:
green wobbly bit, liver pointing north
no useful information.
If you want to know—then rack me
joint my limbs and pull the solid white
from enveloping flesh
like stones from embedding clay.
After writing this poem, I found the "ode to the body" prompt at readwritepoem, and decided it fit...
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Scapulimancy
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11 comments:
Oh, I like this very much.
Why scapulae when you can do this sort of divination. And it's a health food and an aphrodisiac. Honest.
This one pulls me.
Really loved the line, "Truth/is written in my bones." So pithy and real.
This is really good. Thanks for including it in the RWP roundup.
Liked this. And I make no bones about it at all.
very nice write tiel... i wouldn't have thought about it,, but you are true when you say that the real stance of one is in the bones... i really liked this.....
Wow, I don't know how you consistently come up with these amazing ideas and turn them into poems!
Every line is beautiful.
wow...
i went back and
reread that three times...
wow.
this is my first time here
and my attention is fully caught.
:)
Apt indeed! I also read this one three times. It's amazing.
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