Marrow

A contest entry, and perhaps a little bit graphic regarding the body, but really not much.

 

Marrow

 

The inside of the insides,

the productive gore

hid within our inner carapace

itself the base for each

sinew layered beneath our derma.

Blood fact’ry yes,

but also metaphor

for our inner core,

like heart,

the corpus of mind-body

split fantasy

and not some

Peter, Paul, Mary lyric like

“where has all the marrow

gone, long, long ago?”

or only the center sucked out

of some lambchop bone.

No, it’s where we’d want to live,

if we could stand it

for more than a standard sitcom length,

if we could stand our own beliefs,

stand up for them

like our best friend or child,

stand up and be who we believe

and not hide in the thickets

of picking our battles and

living to fight another day.

But it’s not where we reside,

and the marrow must hide

inside our milk-fed bones,

underneath our sinewed layers

and our sleepy piles of skin.

Reviews

[Krystal Waters]

are we fighting in the same contest David??? Because if we are, you are going to be the bomb and I am going to have a big black eye. Your poetry is too good for me to stand up with. I am a contender and I try... but you the man!

[Krystal Waters]

I think I was reading a book out of biology... Just joking. Got the jist and I hope you won the contest. Keep them coming! And yes your poem was beautiful, natural and expanding knowledge.


Krystal