I still don't understand.
Is your secret sleight of hand?
Let's see.
Go, burn
and I will sear the leaves
and you will sear the roots
and I will watch from afar
and you will bathe in the soot
When all's truth-charred
Or with no regard
Then I'll leave the ashes to sleep in the sun.
But, you
You are not yet done.
Nothing is complete
Until you raise your leg to crush the ashes
And they kiss your feet.
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy
שיריםAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
