Full Circle
“End the cycle”.
Valiant words
whispered under a poet’s breath,
but you know better than I
the gravity of the situation,
a dark ant
marching beneath
Uncle Sam’s soulless stare.
We walk a fine line,
separated–
a stark difference
intensified
as we cast away
shades of gray between.
Surely you know
it’s not as easy as you think,
because nothing ever ends–
our eyes flit about
at the whim of our attention.
You’ll slip into the cracks–
obscured
by our fickle need for truth
while my stomach tightens–
drinking this honey sweetened tea,
watching the firefighter
rescue the cat in the tree,
and all that remains of you
will be those “amethyst rocks”.
I may be left in the shadows,
wondering how your story ends,
but you–
you’ll be living it,
“slinging your amethyst rocks”
as I amble on,
imagination
forced to fill in the gaps.
*Quotes from the poem “Amethyst Rocks” by Saul Williams.
