Black eyes, magic shadows
Presaging a change in
Cosmic ambivalence
The devil's due his debts
From those who despair
Red ink fills the diagrams
Of our flesh,
Tattoos of justice unknown,
Undone,
Unreachable
Eventualities sing
The choir of loss
And we pray:
Kill me with those black,
Black eyes.
Okay, some backstory here. I wrote this quite a few years ago after an editor friend of mine complained that very few of the poems submitted to his magazine made any damned sense. So I sent him this one, which very much on purpose makes very little sense.
He was amused, but not enough to pay me to publish it.
Oh well. I actually like this poem, no matter what it does or does not mean. I'm sharing it here for the first time.
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