MACBETH
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF
Despair thy charm
the event, however you know it,
lingers in the conjured air, a final
drowned bubble breaks the surface, a smoke
barrel empties through the kitchen wall
the event, however you know it, is not yours
not exclusively, it is an attendant fool
attending to every certainty,
certainly making fools of us all
our Jehovahs come without footnotes
our successions come interrupted
there are no stones to press
against our ear, no revelations
of truth—just a roulette spin
landing on the improbable psalm
coughing in a minor key, the chorus
sings ah, shit
until our griefs are polished,
refracting the Kingdom, a bread
baked weird, a moment so broken
it flips the poles of the earth
upended, life will do that, break out
in an event, a heartbreak so deep
it reverses the flow of blood
in the body 
Yeeow!!! This is all too convincing in its beautifully written darkness. Now I need to remind myself that life may give us unexpected joys too.
ReplyDeleteReverse blood flow would no doubt produce a Jehovah, footnote or no!
ReplyDeleteDeep heartbreak...I suspect too many of us have experienced that unexpected pain.
ReplyDelete"no revelations
ReplyDeleteof truth—just a roulette spin" - life seems to be like that. Nothing but chance (in the house's favor, of course.)