by L.G. Corey
I listen for the words
being spoken by
the faceless form before me –
a face, but not yet quite a face;
a mouth, but not yet quite a mouth;
words, urgent and inarticulate,
from a faceless mouth
in a formless face
(a grey and formless face)
shouting silent, urgent words
I neither hear nor understand
be see and understand
in my crib that has become
the Merkabah, the Chariot of Shiva,
the body of Amirah.
L.G. COREY - [Read Full Bio] has most recently been published in Chaffey Review, Empty Sink, Poetry Pacific, Screech Owl, Pif andd now Snapping Twig. Over the years his work also has appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal, Evergreen Review, Midstream, Choice, The Critic, and Zeek...
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