Mireille Astore

Bed of Yearning


Jostled logic and gentle beating

carve and twist

at the mirages they have erected for you

like the choking of the drowned.


As for the mad dogs

they have learned to walk by your side

and wait for chewed up morsels

fear has spat in disgust


But sleep for now


Sleep on a bed of yearning and sewn up flesh

Equality, Justice and the Brotherhood of Man

exit from your brain like the amputees

you have left behind

heading for the sea

while pretending there are no observers.


But pretend for now


for the disease of survival is,

grabbing at

your fists

and burying bruised heads in the sand.

You are molding the terrain of the future

with the coming of the tides

and the shroud of the crowds.


But ask yourself


Can dreams be made to float

on skulls

the breath of mercy

or even the sheath of silence?


©Mireille Eid