Indigo Blue

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on January 10, 2008 0 Comments

Cut me short

to the quick

and  I will bleed

bright crimson red droplets

to dip my quill of freedom in

 and sign my name


for all to clearly see

in the blood of my forefathers

whose "truths" still pulse warm within me.

Cut me deep

to the marrow

and I will tear up

the pure pristine white flag of surrender

of submission to unknown fears

and bandage my wounds

and the wounds of my brothers

 their wives and their mothers

and lift up their children 

and carry them on my back

across these battlefields on my knees

still wet with the blood of their ancestors

crying out for devine justice

Cut me again

and again

and again

like a traitorous confidant

a grinning grim reaper

of frivelous "truths"

telling me it is my time to yield

to the fate of my father

and his father before him

"the only way"

to save the souls of my children

and my children's children

to give way

to lay my body down

 prone in homage

then roll belly up

and scream out my ignorance

and speak my father's name

my brothers name

and his wife and his mother

 and his children

and my children

and my children's children's names

in vain

But I will not

I will not scream

I will instead hold my breath

untill my blood runs

indigo blue

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"I recollected that her eye excelled in brightness, that of any other animal, and that she has no eye-lids—She may therefore be esteemed an emblem of vigilance.—She never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders: She is therefore an

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