Cassandra

That god with his damned lyre has hated me

pinned by his heavy shadow, snakes licked my ears

Now the sibilant future shrieks for me

Waves breaking on the shore of time

 

earth sky Apollo

 

In my white robe rain-soaked I stand at the door

And all night long till my throat is raw

I have told you the truth, what’s more

I have even brought photographs

 

Lost birds flutter out of sight

this is the end station

children disembark to die here

dreams go up in reeking smoke here


I told you so



Pitta Elegans

click of soft bone on feather

    ah how we soar

drag our tiny feet

 

earthwards

    struggle

kick

    start again

multi-colored many-headed

    angel

 

scratch scratch scratch

    scratch

there is dirt

    under your fingernails

only in uncertain light

    are we visible

only in uncertain

    light

two poems by Grace Andreacchi

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