I put on my gladiator T-shirt from Rome,

And my big black boots with the base.

I am the gladiator, I am the pain inside me,

I am the disease and the virus and the crypt

And I will creep through your veins,

Through the heart of your being, and I,

This dark female form of shadow and pain,

This warrior woman with no mercy for self-pity,

This figure you feared, called evil for years,

Subjected like a slave to existence

And existence could not be without her;

And I feel the pain of my ancestors,

The torment in my gut after all those years hunched

In a cell wrought by too much patience.

I’m the ink blot blocking the words scrawled beneath,

The black bird calling from the tops of the trees

The shadowy self that is tied to your feet,

The piercing truth shining from floorboards beneath.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s