Monday, November 8, 2010
The Woman
The Woman
I could not speak.
Maybe loved more gently
I could have.
Maybe if there was a moon
I could have.
But only sun –
a crazy glue
unswallowed
lips sealed
slays weds
impregnates
itself.
This is what I cannot say,
this is what they refuse to hear:
After death is pre- natal.
Through me, everything is world.
Without me?
Conception is by eating,
birth by excretion.
—PD Lyons newest book Caribu&Sister Stones published by Lapwing Press Belfast.
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