Machete Love
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Friday, May 14, 2010
It seems I’ve been so much
Of a herd, herded to feed
Billions, a machete
Would be merciful.
It feels like I am
All of that, all the time,
I can’t go one, anymore,
Machete would be quick.
It reels as I am
Absurd, feeding the heard
Of ga-zillions, just an edge
Away from mercy.
It feels like I’ve been so much,
Bawling this and that, Time,
Anymore, I can’t con, an edge
Should be mercy-quick…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/14/10
but really the ideal of machete mercy is painfully astute on some afternoons where raping and pillaging and plundering seemed to have their stake in history.
~D.
heard it in my head
headed to my temples
treaded on my spine.
An aspirin has an edge...
POWERFULLY penned -- and felt! The keen.ness of your machete is sharp.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
What's wrong, my friend? I hope this is just a poem. Most heartfelt one from you!!
((((( Hugs )))))
Sandie Angel :o(
John