I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 16; LILTING LULLABY

 

I thought we were templates
for tattoos to tell tales on,
I never thought to the
tire skids and teeth marks
time’s tiger would temper
on our skins.

‘Here kitty, kitty,’
we call
and curiosity comes crawling
out from under
as cat with claws uncut.

‘Cute Kitty,
come catch,’ we call
through the forest foliage,
fooled into thinking
we are the keepers of the cage
within this corner of creation
in constant recreation all around us.

I thought us all thoroughbreds,
better bred,
slices of a bigger plan
but it’s true that thought
is not often to be trusted,
not all that is kneaded
rises as expected.

We are busy bakers,
blindly baking
in ovens to hot
to hear our hunger,
too closed
to be open to our urges.

Cast out of kitchen
we cower as canines
caught between the cage
and the carnal,
praying for peace with paws
ready to pounce
on all possible prey.

Falling on four feet
in the forest
already fading
we are shadows of former selves,
cut and claimed
by the marks our own malice
has made of us.
In the forest falling
no one hears the crazy cries
of the lives
who once howled
only for the lilting lullaby of love.

All words and collage drawing by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud:

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 16; LILTING LULLABY

  1. Pingback: I CAME TO THE CITY, MY MUSE, MISS MITCHELL – Deuxiemepeau; Picturing Poetry by D. B. Donnelly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s