Instructions, a Poem

Before You, I Was

The first stars were formed,gathered,

in the apron of the sky,

before the first blade was forged

and quickly wielded by a man's arm-

We'd already propitiated by blood

every possible crime,


We, voiceless, ageless, suffer

at your busy hands.

How dare you come to our home-

and call us names-

lupercalia on the cross...

How we've suffered all our life

for your sex.vainly,

The wanting, the getting of,

how many ghosts we have

to rise up and defend us,

you must soften your words,

Old man.

Infamous fortune

pregnant with impossible lies.

pathetic, slack-jawed fortunata,

let me read, Dear Claudius

wide roaming and forsaken.

Your instruction falls

on us,

And bells, made for us to gather

ring hollowly again.


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WillStarr 14 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Are you going to compile these into a volume, Lily? If so, I'll be the first in line.


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lilyfly 14 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

I thank you Will! Love yaz, lily


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Nell Rose 13 months ago from England

Another great poem lily, I don't know how you do it, awesome! hope your well, nell

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