The Zookeeper’s Loss, from Segue

September 14, 2009 at 5:54 pm | Posted in Writing: Poems | Leave a comment
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The Zookeeper’s Loss 

 (from Segue)

 

I am the zookeeper who

fell in love with a flea.

Nobody else knew

how sad is my blood, black

& iron rich

like the tracks

a night train runs on.

With her, how ecstatic

was my scratching!

 

Now I’m nothing.

In my mouth

is a tongue gone wrong

& my new way is silence.

 

Don’t even listen to these

written words.

I’ll not be telling

you anything you

don’t already know.

You, too,

have made

adjustments.

 

 

 

published in Segue 8

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