Thursday, October 18, 2012

A Poem by Emma Ambos

Here, the stark mark
of human ossification
lets blood-less and breathing
like new mares
smacked of diseases
like water, it dries
it drips
it becomes
the skin
nerves snip-snapping
Nene geese on the breath of sky
mother mumbles of
and rubs her ruddy
toothless mouth
jaw-to jaw
the tale told of
‘the world is yours’
and in conquering you
bougainvillea branches
from key to key
and the ventricles
of your heart
curl up like snails
100 degrees at noon

Emma Ambos is a writer with itchy fingers and a healthy admiration for life is all it's wild ways.

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