Midnight mandate

Silence is safer than speech

– Epictetus 

 

The first error of your crime was centred on an incident.

A midnight boxing match with the dead.

That sense of late night urgency

rumbling like an salient mandate.

 

Beating fists and bouncing off ropes and a body slam into the corner –

an iambic pull where we squeeze into ourselves

like a rat easing into the jaw of a snake –

a deep swallow of sound and macerating flesh.

 

We are empty membranes, so there is no pushing through.

Instead, interstices and odd aperture;

water in a piano,

a refugee in transit,

a broken husband sitting on the back steps,

weeping with jagged breaths –

secretions hanging from his nose, dripping down to his mouth.

For him, the fight is over –

the intent vamoose had it ever began.

7 thoughts on “Midnight mandate

  1. This is bursting with killer images, but this one… this one floored me good and proper:

    ‘an iambic pull where we squeeze into ourselves like a rat easing into the jaw of a snake’

    So Good!

    Like

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