in the company of isolation
we gather consider
themes you suggest
symbols
the forged passports
hidden bank accounts
pretended persecution
imagined retribution
daughters never raped
sons undead
we take up our sharpest needle
thread it consider
the stitch’s suitability
embroidery
is not the intent
beauty is superfluous
you refuse to listen
deny the truths
there are hells less visible
than slowly dying
grasp the creature cloth between
two fingers consider
its fleshy fabric
plunge the needle through
pull down the upper lip
join the seam fast
denial needs no nourishment
limbo is no loss
we stitch tight our stories
sew ourselves silent
© Dael Allison
Published; Blue Dog Vol 4 No 7, 2005;
Mind Moon Circle, March 2006