Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Every Scrap

Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You will not surrender
your gift
until you've scraped every scrap
off the bone.