The bitter heart eats its owner
It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch
Their goodnight kiss felt like two blind animals bumping into each other in the dark
She felt in that moment that she loved him as much as it was possible to love anyone
What she felt was something like hard rain; violence
and brightness
and beauty
What formed in her mouth were the words,
Which of us is flawed?
He began to feel anger at the peace he found here and the complacency of the blue sky and quiet roads
His fists were in his eye sockets, his head exploding with the ruin of lives
As he set out, he felt a kind of happiness
He fell
and he fell,
and the earth that we call sweet became his executioner
There is a point when the body relinquishes its pain
and waits dumbly
The savage animal eating his heart would someday grow weary
When do you stop being
human?
When the body is so befouled, when you have groveled so deeply, when bitterness eats your
bones?
The birds move from one tree to the next, building nests
This is how we live
The wind erases our footprints as we move
And then one day, we are no longer alive on Earth,
And the footsteps are gone forever
The land is our blood, the clouds our hair
We are doorways, openings into something greater than ourselves,
Something that we don’t understand and will never understand
One cannot know why things happen as they do
We have nothing precious in and of ourselves
We are only precious that we are part of something too big to know
Every person alive thinks they are the center of the universe, that they are everything
When in fact each of us is less than nothing
Liquid, like a river
Season by season
Hope,
and hope again.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
The bitter heart eats its owner
It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch
Their goodnight kiss felt like two blind animals bumping into each other in the dark
She felt in that moment that she loved him as much as it was possible to love anyone
What she felt was something like hard rain; violence
and brightness
and beauty
What formed in her mouth were the words,
Which of us is flawed?
He began to feel anger at the peace he found here and the complacency of the blue sky and quiet roads
His fists were in his eye sockets, his head exploding with the ruin of lives
As he set out, he felt a kind of happiness
He fell
and he fell,
and the earth that we call sweet became his executioner
There is a point when the body relinquishes its pain
and waits dumbly
The savage animal eating his heart would someday grow weary
When do you stop being
human?
When the body is so befouled, when you have groveled so deeply, when bitterness eats your
bones?
The birds move from one tree to the next, building nests
This is how we live
The wind erases our footprints as we move
And then one day, we are no longer alive on Earth,
And the footsteps are gone forever
The land is our blood, the clouds our hair
We are doorways, openings into something greater than ourselves,
Something that we don’t understand and will never understand
One cannot know why things happen as they do
We have nothing precious in and of ourselves
We are only precious that we are part of something too big to know
Every person alive thinks they are the center of the universe, that they are everything
When in fact each of us is less than nothing
Liquid, like a river
Season by season
Hope,
and hope again.
lines compiled from Eleanor Morse's novel White Dog Fell From The Sky
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