The Pit

“Does the eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the mole:

Can wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or love in a golden bowl?”

 

-Thel’s Motto

William Blake

 

I.

What lies within the pit

I ask

as you near the edge

back here

I’m scared to look

at your smile

a fire

that swells

 

II.

What lies within

the chambers

of your body

pull me up through the

river

I’m choking on your

last breath

above

the ledge

 

III.

What lies within

the passage of your

lungs

I’m drawn to your words

submerged in

diction

hang myself

on the end of your

lines

 

IV.

What lies within

the music you make

as we fall

through the air

it’s thicker than

I thought

wrap me in a      net

of unconditional

gold

 

V.

What lies within

the confines of your

gaze

we lost a whisper

of hair           in

canvas   skies

I’m trying

to     bleed

clear now

 

VI.

What lies within

the darkness here

I said     to

a whore

with frozen       veins

chisel these out

so you

glimpse

the warmth

 

VII.

The Eagle asked

if you saw     my

heart          the false beat

of ashen flakes

rip into me

a cavern

seeping lies

down

stream

 

VIII.

I followed the mole

through depths       of

air                 you exhaled

mountains

above my head

our words

are lost in

ripples of

stone

 

IX.

I saw you with

a silver rod

broken lines

stained in

breeze

like ash

across

my       chest

 

X.

I lost   sight

of     time

when you left

here in the

pit

blood forcing

cracks in

the

golden bowl

 

 


Poem by Shea Lynch

Read in Italian:

La Cava

 

 

 

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