Blue Rhapsody

 

If someone should take a sword

And stab me through the head

And I don’t die

What am I

I press my temples, narrowing the blade

Closer to the center

Nothing much happens

 

The pain implodes

The bleeding is inside

A Shakespeare-like character might say

I am undone

I am wounded

I am slain

 

Yet to look at me,

I’m altogether

 

Naked the blade

An alloyed monster from the sky

Maybe it’s an allergy

Maybe it’s a growth

May I am too tired

 

Too taken to read more

But I can open a blank page, one

Without text for now

 

As I have opened here

 

C L Couch

 

 

 

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https://churchpop.com/2014/08/14/the-real-sword-in-the-stone-belonged-to-the-rccs-first-official-saint/

 

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