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
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5 comments:

  1. Brian MillerApril 17, 2011 at 7:51 AM

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

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  2. FireblossomApril 17, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    "Be seeing you."

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  3. MaureenApril 17, 2011 at 2:16 PM

    Wow, that last line!

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  4. hedgewitchApril 17, 2011 at 2:57 PM

    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.

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  5. patriciacaspersApril 17, 2011 at 9:00 PM

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

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