if, there is a pulsation
stronger than this
red force throbbing, pooling,
meeting at that intertwined bridge
this nexus of life and death
they call umbilical. if, there
is a fiercer suckling
drawing survival
white milk trickles down rosy cheeks
from sore dark nipples
what then, oh
toothless babe?
if, there is one place
loftier than everest
yet forbidden like eden's apple
broken teeth and bones cannot dissuade
this persistent scaling of wooden closets
for the cookie jar on high. if, there
is a braver river than
the one called desire
this raging passion unrequited,
till it travels to a secret delta
ah, youth:
stolen apple is sweet.
if, there is a wound rawer
than holocaust
sickly sweet burning flesh
that never forgets,
may there always be the healing
balms of unconditional humanity.
if, there is a better good
that transpires color, languages, names, places
to bring shoes of gospel and peace
oh candle,
let it be bright
and let it burn on.
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I really like the 'ifs' that begin each stanza ... and this poem has an air of mystery about it, which makes me want to come back to it again for reading ... I sense that the vignettes increase in scope as they go, and wondered if you wanted to play around with that concept more? E
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