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Monday, 29 March 2010

Grace Roffe: Four Poems

Into a brittle shell a yoke is growing

Into a brittle shell
a yolk is growing
The golden protein from books
daubed with another's blunt musings

My mouth hosts an odd charm
Folded and Whipped
a different tongue-
like a child weaned from a spoon

Aerobic noises
Cream vowels pouring,
Sounds- foreign to taste
become my own.
Through cold chewing and trial and trial
take and stay
make home

Surrogate

Oh Galileo
with your forbidden science
Poison me slowly
The Devil's creed
Holy, Catholic, Apostolic
and all that

Nail your nails
where you started with your teeth
Am I someone's
sunlit dream

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me

Oh embryo
knitted and known
a group of cells
that are not my own

Image of God
Homoerotic to the last
Love me

Subjunctive Thomas
Ever doubting
Diligence forgotten and
wisdom denied

Lost numbers to quantify
love
a small dagger
in a sword's case

Soap on a rope bishop

Soap on a rope bishop
with a gun in her mouth
found alive + well
will spend her death in heaven
As she lived her life in hell

Wrong profession for liberation
Preach the drool of hate
abstention
drill a phobia with the mother's milk
OH HELL, how i forgot you loved me
Opulence carved into her left arm
The church laps up her blood
to pass on
its disease
HIV positive- me

And now the anger softens

And now the anger softens
Like their pretty boys
In their cruel chastity
Run
Like antelope into the lions paws
Gripping, Helplessly- Numbered

Oh Love
You curled up to the world
Before life itself was begun
A bud of petals
Taken and split and spread

What did you see?
What did you see for? Me?
Boy- your insight
has been taken

Your portrait of sin
Is no more blackened
than my mother's mind
Virgin Queen sets sail