My Body
A poem
My flesh is an argument
a conversation
a description
it wears my selves all over it
each passed self
a carcass on my hips
a cadaver on my thighs
all these bodies, on my body
all these broken dreams
and hearts
all the mounds where they are buried
my body is a graveyard
a mortuary
a church and a wake
my body is a memory
my body is the past worn
fluid in the stockings of the future
to dance on the graves of each
I had come before
at the death of the old, the gone, the not here anymore
except that my body is the earth
its depths hold death and it
mourns and mourns
till I decide
my flesh is spun magic
an unclenched hand
a raised voice
a cool breeze
my body is an ocean
of strong current
that wash corpses from my waist,
and cadavers from my thighs
my body is froth and thunder
and power
and potential
not an argument anymore
my body is an anthem
©Bryony L’eau 2020
