I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

CACOPHONY

Angels, demons and owls
flit in the hinters
of my mind.
How can I think
when their clatter and shrieks
tear my skull, rip my heart.
"Sacramental wounding. Blessings
that draw blood by default."
Lies to self delude.

Demons screech truths.
Angels chant lies.
Owls proclaim crazy wisdom.
I play deaf, seal my eyes and desperately pray.

 

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