Guts
Hip Bone to hip bone
my betrayal spills out the gash
viscera tangling at my feet.
I try to stride to the judge
trip over my guts
fall.
Knee in the crimson puddle I stuff
myself
back in my belly
wrap my poncho about my waist
knot it square
and press on.
Temple to temple
my anguish clouts my forehead
the killing floor greets my face.
I hang by my heels above,
my carotid not yet slit,
stunned.
A slab of beef, I awaken to horror
quarters surround me
I reach up and pull out the hooks
drop on the glutinous concrete
stand, press on.
Buttress to buttress
my acceptance spans the gorge
between agony and growth.
I step onto the weathered planks
creaking and groaning
I balk.
Winds of denial buffet me
yet I receive the benediction
and grace to continue
below lies doubt in ambush
I engage.
Aspen to willow
my rebirth blooms by sagebrush
a new crocus amongst the dun timothy.
I swish through the crisp dry hay
tenderly miss petals
breathe.
The crotch of an ancient ponderosa pine
invites my seat
I gaze at the far horizon
smog covered peaks entice me
I am born!
For Marlise