JAGUAR
Nasal intonations of light and clicking tongues... publicity of windows stoning me with pent-up cries... smells of abattoirs... smells of long-dead meat.
Some day-end- while the sand is yet cozy as a blanket off the warm body of a squaw, and the jaguars are out to kill... with a blue-black night coming on and a painted cloud stalking the first star- I shall go alone into the Silence... the coiled Silence... where a cry can run only a little way and waver and dwindle and be lost.
And there...
where tiny antlers clinch and strain
as life grapples in a million avid points,
and threshing things
strike and die,
letting their hate live on
in the spreading purple of a wound...
I too
will make covert of a crevice in the night,
and turn and watch...
nose at the cleft's edge.
Monologues
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: alone, cloud, hate, life, light, lost, purple, star, blue, edge, long, warm, cozy, black, live, body, watch, Valentine's Day, night, silence, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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