Barbed Prophecy


By Julie Flanders


All the woe-begotten, joy-besotted


Wait for him

And what he wants

When he wants it


She is not about to find him

In the archives

Where the history of the world

Hides behind him

And the women who could never

Possess or unwind him

Make a play to be what defined him

They are not of consequence


All the faith-forsaken, overtaken


Wait for him

Where the future sits

In its bits and pieces


She is keen to see what time


From the dungeons

Where the history of a man

Comes and bludgeons


And the visions that could never

Cast him asunder

Make a play to be what comes under—


The way she wishes it would


The way it never could


It had been done


Photo by Issara Willenskomer

Female Silhouette.Issara Willenskomer

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