Friday, December 16, 2016

Made to Breathe by Nicole Sealey


Made to Breathe

              In regard to the gods,
their secrets, who knew human love
             wanted darkness.
             Signs were many. Years facing
the gods led to scorn. Nothing is.
Of this earth, nothing is told about myths
             made to breathe merely
             a hundred times. The stone,
at the very end, measured by time,
watches the world push.

                          *
              Heavy yet upheld, the workman
works his fate, but is powerless to it.
              I fancy melancholy in man, nights           
              without knowing the moment
tragedy begins—his little voice
necessary to night. 

                           *
              If there is a master over life,
he is eager to see the rock rolling.

 

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