Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Strong

I can look through Hubble eyes
without blinking but the thought
of a hard look from a man makes shudder fill my wise.

Justice? or compassion? I just want
a spot beneath the wide warm
blanket of a big, blind world.

Athena, I thought you served the God of Light but in this litter
of demons you have become like a broken glowstick in a litter
of broken glowsticks.