Saturday, April 16, 2011

When we are gods

the terrible eye turned into
a vertical slit, squinting
at the straight, neat lines of who
we believe we are.

hard dark crossbars above us and below us.

I, I , I, we chant.

Ami Mattison


  1. hashtag? the terrible always makes me think of oppression...i i i we chant often...

  2. This is really reminding me of something--the terrible eye (I) of god--something orwellian, but can't think what atm. Regardless, powerful and striking writing, a bit chilling as well.

  3. Ooh, yeah, that last line. It is a chilling poem.