Unmade 10/2/10
a thousand eyes,
designed by One who sees
all things
whirring wings,
designed by One who need
not rest
an armored shell,
designed by One who cannot
die
for long
And careening into nothing,
Flying in and out of sight,
To land lightly like a leaf
On the very edge of night
Where it lingers for a moment
Till its final fleeting...
Hand.
Sweeping down like a scroll unfurling,
Crushed legs and withered wings
That tumble down, no more to hover o'er the deep,
And the hand goes back to wipe off
One that was a fly; but, rest my soul,
it's dead.
Hahaha! seems kindof messy though (using your hand) Interesting way to describe a fly. part in light of 'whole'.
ReplyDeleteI found the "rest my soul, it's dead" very funny personally. ^^
That line:"One that was a fly; but, rest my soul, it's dead." is a reference to the gravedigger scene in Hamlet. ("One that was a woman sir, but rest her soul, she's dead.") In changing "her" to "my" I was hoping to convey that it isn't only the fly that is wounded. In destroying the fly without reason, I too am made less human.
ReplyDelete(While I'm revealing literary references... :)
I don't know if you caught this one but, "Hover o'er the deep" is a reference to the Holy Spirit hovering over the face of the deep in Genesis. The idea here is that we humans, being made in the image of God are to cultivate and create as he did. In killing the fly, it is moved in the opposite direction, it is returned to it's primordial state of "goo", it is "unmade" ("no more to hover o'er the deep.")
So yeah...I'm glad you found humor in it though. :) That's the funny thing about poetry, people can get totally different things out of it.