Sta.sh
Taste not the rancid words, my lips,
Betray not my tongue to filth.
There is poison in the air tonight -
The acid wears my teeth,
my mouth is black with rot.
My words spill out cancerous;
A soothsayer of suffering, I speak death.
Radiate my cells;
Carve out this tumor in my chest.
If we are still alive at sunrise,
- we can endure; we can conquer -
This sickness does not own us, love.
With the morning,
We know our darkness sleeps for another day.
We will bask in sunshine;
Calmly awaiting night -
With serpent tongues and venom on our breath,
We will fight
(each other, ourselves).
Someday, the stars will bring us only rest,
And the dawn will do more than pretend.
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Oh wait, more things. I do like the connection between a false peace being brought on by the day light, as if the light surpresses the problems and fights until night comes and the darkness, and perhaps anonymity that comes with it (odd thought, no idea where that came from) releases it all again... but there there's the awareness in both of them within the poem, or perhaps just the speaker, that the fights are going to come when night falls which makes the whole piece slightly more masochistic in tone and... I seem to be rambling.
I think I'll just close with the fact that I really liked this, damn fine piece of work