Dilation

Dilation

A Poem by Amorette Duvannes
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i really didn't have enough motive to write about myself again -- so today, have a nice little fatal wound kind of poem!

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War:
Turbulence, be my bondage!
Bandage me up, stitch me away from myself,
I have seen such things, that it takes me a while 
To become myself in part with it.

Man:
Oh drear! I have been inside you,
Caving in like a vessel too cold
I have piqued my interest in your fate
Clock hands have broken before I have.

War:
I see you wear fool carved upon your seal,
And endlessly wearing the seal, I profess, I owe you one Death, 
And one truth, and one life.

Even I
Wanted peace. Even I
Wanted my wounded home. Even I
Called my sake for granted, Love-

Man:
I tear a ligament in your name. I cry,
Cry, and still, you broke our seamless skies,
What is there left for you? Our little
Carcasses dragged across your empty barren bonds -

War:
Oh Love! For all of Love, in it,
Out it, God forbid! I have courted Peace
For centuries, and she turns, my coy mistress,
To the soil. 

All I have craved, with teeth, is 
Her. Do you think I wanted ten thousand bloody
Men at a time, weeping for pathos and
Blooming pansies for their loss as I heed my own?

Man:
You sick, you shallow, you legless shell
I cannot condone love in that predicament,
Broken sanctity, O, now you have thrown that to
The waste-land too, how much more

Death will you permit in your state,
Backless flea, unwounded in your tear--
My wife was thirteen when she had been wrought by
Your wreck, little red neck!

War:
My maid shall not vindicate me, though indifferent am I
To you, little player, rot flesh, crushed limbs,
I hang my head for your axe,
I know I am a stump for your reasoning.

Man:
Childless! Loveless! Forlorn!
Mourn those you left in the open wind,
Impediments impair your, deaf, Death,
Black bird, bucked wing, broken beak.

War:
That is right, O is it a chord
To depict you open?
That I f**k you hollow, left you legless
Left you strung tight on a high vibration of frequency?

Man:
Cut me open, your desirous nebula
Clings to me, weakens who I am, I am just
Another, I know that -- I am no challenger,
No pretence -- let me tell you one profound thing:

War:
Tarry on poor soldier, and I will not
Prohibit you from one direct truth given to the Dead
Upon opening time, the 25th day of the 12th
Month in the Waste-land's eyes.

Man:
When you gassed the squandering millions,
When you soaked your velvet arm-rest
In your signification, your lover
Beat her wings for our recluse

Her femininity goaded away from whom?
And showed no mercy. When you 
Squander fervour from yourself, she tarried on,
Her delicate cheek faced to us, razor-blades fenced aghast of you.

War:
Pretty thing. Pretty man.
I am exhibited the proclamation by every 
Cowardly courage that passes through my linen-
If I may now?

The world will not end with me, or your part in me.
The world will not end for courage or action,
The world will not end for fortitude, and 
Nothing for your damned sensation sentiments.

In the end, we are both nothing to it.
In the end, Time has no place, 
Nothing meant, or deserved, or placed-
In the end, we ghost, spineless,

Wordless. In the end, there is not 
A word to execute it. And we fathom,
Unfathomably, our place in nothing -- 
Simple man. I am spiteful, but nothing compares--

The world will end blank.
The world will end stained.
The world will end fearful.
The world will end will end without assurance.

© 2013 Amorette Duvannes



Author's Note

Amorette Duvannes
as i have said before, i do not want scholar-ly criticism or the improvement points of a scholar; rather, i would like, human to human, to know this has been raw to you, fucked you, offered marriage to you. even if you hated it, even if it shook you, made you tremor -- please give me anything that makes this worth it.

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Extremely strong imagery. This one did a number on me mentally, and I think I'll gladly take another beating.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Amorette Duvannes

4 Years Ago

That is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the biggest compliment I've ever been given. Thank you.
nice piece of writing. keep on the good work.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Amorette Duvannes

4 Years Ago

Thank you, very much!
Nwanna Onyeka Benedict

4 Years Ago

You are welcome

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