This latest poem from Elemental will go in the latter half of the book, which will all be done in traditional line verse rather than in the jaunty rhythmic prose poems in the first half. It’s a very pointed tonal shift which will hopefully make sense once I get the whole thing together. As always, I would love your thoughts on “The Second Coming.”
The Second Coming
By Michelle Beltano Curtis
Some women drag men around
hoisted on their shoulders;
A crucible of their ineptitude
at choosing character over form.
A slap dash attempt to create
what they cannot have. We're all
mothers of our own doom.
Truth an inconvenient
afterthought. Self respect
A foreign country visited only after
love gets pushed over the border,
if even only a temporary pit stop
in their toil. I carried you,
though I was out of practice,
trying to save myself
from the deafening silence
of my inner-loathing before your
fact shaped nails plunged deep.
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