michigan's bleeding rhythmA Poem by hanford zdeb
kneeling in
michigan's sands,
it broke across your knees, and leaned you forward braced against frantic onslaught, and knew each ending and the ending beyond them,
unchangeably feasting on bones and breasts, heaven turned its blind eyes towards you, and never considering that,
you waded in, as it swelled to a musical pulse, and you become rooted in the sand, wailing waves washing away small portions of your skin.
you paid to forget, to deny, but unable to change you drove west away from the womb and water, and finding no rose, no broken moon, nor legend written in mud on your palms you returned to believe, to remember, to bathe alone in the wash of michigan's bleeding rhythm.
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