iron rimmed stone
Luogo é in inferno detto Malebolge
-- Dante

to arrive
at a    state
where statements bend
when wildflowers turn
    air
when wings save one
from the hate
that builds

as if to say
i am not some trojan
carrying the generations
like carcasses on my back
or to say
this field yawns
wide
and
spirits
fall
through
some trap
intended
to spare
a road
now a chasm
barely visible

i tear these eyes out
for you.


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